Heaven’s Tears

The heavens poured their precious tears, upon the thirsty dried baked earth, I looked to see the tiny droplets, that to the flowers gave them rebirth.

They sparkle like a diamond, but their worth to live is greater than, for no diamond has for us served life, like heaven’s tears do for a man.

I see the flowers that seem to smile, and watch the grass before I grow, the only part of this I dread, for soon its time again to mow.

The boats, that on the dock, stack to the ground, will now be heard like the roar of the motor, I know not why heaven’s cried, yet happy for their tears once more.