The wind, rough and brisk and the sky a lifeless dark gray, as if the warmth had been drained from it’s previously calm demeanor. There is a war in the heavens and I can feel the tears of the angels on my skin. The overwhelming crashes pierce my ears as I wonder what could ever cause such beautiful chaos. Their agony seeps deep into my chest as my breath harmonizes with the whistling air. I wonder what they’re fighting for, and I pity the passion behind their cries.

I look to the heavens, to the clouds that circle around me intertwining with the tree tops. The heavens are at war, but oh it’s so beautiful. They’re fighting, but with so much devotion.

And all for me, so I may endure this moment and see

What a beauty even agony can be.