If you go outside at night
After the world has gone to sleep,
You can hear the Planet sigh
Pained by the secrets that She keeps.
The Wind sings a different song
Than the ones you hear by day,
As though itβs choking on the words
That weβre too afraid to say.
They donβt wonder about the problems
That are melted in Her core,
And that itβs packed so close to bursting
She canβt hold it for much more.
For how can they see Her weakness
When theyβve known something so strong,
When she weeps, and they canβt hear it,
Does it mean thereβs something wrong?