Tears like rain fill oceans of sadness;
It’s the pain that we hide – greater than we see;
I’ve spoken to broken looking for suns to soak in,
But the heart is missing
Where a soul leaves space.
Fallen trees whisper when they touch ground;
They shake the forest,
Like gossip and rumors shake a school;
Ripped up at the roots
Is a girl with no heart.
He plays alone but not by choice;
He chokes on his own voice,
Lost in words that he can’t find a breath to say;
Waiting for a day that may never come his way,
Searching a sky that lies.
The Earth never stops turning when a tree falls;
The rain continues even as oceans fill;
Take a breath, breathe deep;
Eat, eat, eat all the good.
You are a disaster.
But one so natural;
So earth-kind and divine;
Terrestrial but still so extra.
I find you graceful,
Just as much as you terrify.
Lightning won’t strike you twice;
So to your space, be nice;
To your mind, be kind;
To your skin, bring it in,
And grow a heart to fill up that space.
It isn’t sadness that we feast on,
It isn’t sadness pools we fill,
Its soul space.
A disaster is only natural.
So let it be.