Falling, the skies cry above,
No gods would weep for her.
The dark sky doesn't show itself,
Why would it?
The green earth is wet,
Her feet don't sink down.
Even the ground rejects her
Why wouldn't it?
The skies cease their tears,
They clouds covered by white,
An umbrella, colour of the clouds.
Next to her stands a woman,
Pity in her smile, her eyes on hers,
Now both are shielded from tears.
She ...
