I look to the horizon
to see clouds forming
a boundary between
Heaven and hell.
With one raindrop,
the spirit of an angel
falls to the earth
and is renewed to become
human again.
But when the rain dries
the fire begins to burn.
Hell is the element that
fuels the world's flame.
We live in a universe
full of imbalances.
In every situation,
I can count on
that when I look up
I'll know that even
the sky
screams sometimes.