The flowers know how they will die, the moment they come to life.

The trees know they will not live forever, but they know they will leave history behind for eternity.

The stars know nobody will ever really see them for who they were before, they know the light will come back even without them.

The sun knows all the screams of the night, she knows all the pain we pass on to the moonlight, she knows he listens.

The mirrors know the love she gives to him, the way she looks at him when nobody is around.

The eyes know what they feel but their lips are still broken by their own words before.

Well-know secrets are hidden from this world but they cannot be hidden from the sky, it knows all the details of the way this broken world has been living.