Crying Skies

The sky cries for the ground below,
As small raindrops grow into larger ones,
As the tears fall upon the parched ground.

Plunging,
Falling,
teardrops collide.

The grass drinks the tears,
of the crying skies above.
Life begins anew,
the tears of the sky are forgotten.

And life grows and becomes older,
and then cries out for the skies,
as it withers away today.

The rainy days continue,
the life is renewed by the strength given,
from the crying skies above.