Perhaps death came so soon
for the sun no longer shines and his flowers no longer bloom
the moon..
she no longer shines, too
Dear father!
Where is our moon? Our sun?
Asks the flowers and ocean to the sun and moon,
but it is an empty sky that stares back at them
They mourn
but their cries were heard no more
for the land is empty and the children ceased their games
maybe Fate has started it's own plays
perhaps.. death had came so soon