Below the sky, she saunters
Within the shrubs, she wanders.
Among her herd,
towards the fiery bird.
Into the cave,
beyond the faithiful slave.
Accepting a daisy,
despite being hazy.
Following the slow, winter breeze,
among the trees.
Underneath, she sees
past the dance of a thousand bees.
Below, her downcast eyes did not reflect her mirth,
Unlike her feet, which were planted firmly, in the Earth.

It's true.
Sometimes we bite our lip
Just to refrain our tears from pouring
Other times, it's a totally different story
Because tears are just traitors dressed in disguise
To misguide
For they will fall
No matter how much we control them
They will betray us and reveal our greatest weakness
And the only option left is to pretend
We all blame the world for how stubborn our life could get
But truly you'd find a change in heart
Once you dig deeper in the mysteries torn apart...