I was the sky who cried

I was the sky who cried. Beneath me lives a place with so many lies. A place that filled with so many lives. It was very peaceful at one point in time . So many smiles were left behind. The flowers no longer dancing but left to die .there were hearts that were left with many scars, And vandalized. And there were those that couldn’t even open their eyes. I had cried so much that rivers had started to rise. I tried stopping myself, but there was so much love infected with poisonous vines. I thought that maybe my tears would wash the skins of a world filled with crimes. And the sun came out with her beautiful illuminating light. She told me it was ok to cry. That what I was feeling could not be kept inside. Deep down I knew that she was right. I just didn’t understand why a beautiful world was being destroyed right in front of my eyes. It was getting late so she kissed me and said good night. The moon would soon be passing her by. He too didn’t know why there was so much sadness and so much pain that not even the rain could wash it all away And so the stars the moon, the sun, and the sky who cried didn’t have no say, their illuminating dimming day by day. Did they not appreciate the life giving to them. Did they not have satisfaction of the gardens of fruits that they lived within. And the living of flowers giving all their beautiful scent. And those trees that gave shelter. What about the gift of knowledge to have a cure for cancer. Did they not want the chance of giving. Did they not know the meaning of what holding hands is. I was the sky who cried. I now know that for many the truth just feels like a lie.