The sky begins to pour, crying for those who are hurt
Those who have been broken, beat down, and used.
The sky gives its comfort in its tears.
The earth screams, begging for the souls it has listened to.
Lonely, forgotten, sorrowful thoughts it has heard.
The earth gives its love through its nature.
The moon mourns, feeling for all those that it has seen left unloved and unwanted.
All of the unloved, unwanted, untold stories that it has seen.
The moon shines for those trapped in the dark.
The sun shines, unbothered of the suffering it witnesses.
The only shed light is for those already lit, not those in the shadows.
The sun ignores their cries, their thoughts, their stories, it isn’t it’s job.