Sky
Why do you cry
With rain as your tears
Is it because no one is near?

While you have infinity
To dwell on your supposed divinity
We dither and eventually wither
Or leave even faster, with an unexpected slither

So far away
With no one to play
It's no wonder you're sad
I'd be mad

To be left all alone
For all of time on the cosmic throne
Creating, destroying, smashing atoms together
Is it your way of making tethers?

To something more tangible
But these are also frangible
Eventually breaking apart
Like the Pillars of Creation, dying of a broken heart

Hit with a supernova, the Pillars fell
To be a nursery for baby stars, they were compelled
One cosmic child grew up and died
While committing matricide

Made from cloud-like collections of celestial gases
Stars are formed, and live, but some of the more massive
Explode, destroying, including the Pillars
Who died after having raised a killer

Sky
Don't cry
It's not your fault
To be trapped like you are, left in a vault

All of your immortality
Can be used to observe our fragility
We are paper in the storm
But you will be forever warm