Horizon lines,
divide us within skies,
Lines to be known,
Hidden but found.

Is it tears of rain?
Sorrows for the drawing clouds,
As the sun begins to drown,
With clouds burdened,
The cries that are trapped within?

Or a storm's wrath?
Dampening fire,
Pounding to the ground!
Scattered pieces of a broken land,
hidden paths and fading roots.

When stillwater froze,
Will the roses still blooms?
thorns and vines still bind the oaks,
Dug into the deep
layers of shells,
shattered?

Yet the lonely stars,
distant and differed
Held together,
by empty voids.

Watches silently as things crumbled on this old sick earth.