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 grows closer,

their feet in the ground, she sinks

Why wouldn't she?

Her head falls on her shoulder,

Trust as she closes her eyes,

Why would she?