The heavens poured their precious tears
Upon the thirsty dried baked earth.
I look to see the tiny droplets
That to the flowers gave rebirth.
They sparkle like a
precious diamond
But their worth to life is greater than,
For no diamond has for us saved life
Like heaven's tears do for a man.
I see the flowers
that seem to smile
And watch the grass before me grow;
The only part of this I dread
For soon it's time again to mow.
The boats that on
the dock struck ground
Will now be heard as motors roar;
I know not why the heavens cried
Yet happy for their tears once more.
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