The sky began to fall
with the weight of the storm,
it was cold and it was warm,
the clouds, the stars, the Sun
they all began to run.

And the harm and the pain was never their aim.

But no one could have heard
what the smallest star asked
"When they were gone,
who was gonna stay?
To laugh, to cry, to play?"

The Sun replied
with a gentle smile
"When they are gone,
the rest will die."