Why do you think the clouds cried last night?
Why did the firefly cringe back in fright?
Why did all of it go dark at once?
Why did the raindrops refuse to dance?
Was it only me last night?
Or, were you there, too?
Did only I wish to curl up and die?
Or, did you too wish it ends soon?
It’s a new day now,
Bright sunbeams have erased the clouds.
But, it’s just an illusion-the sky so clear,
The clouds will cry again, their silent tears.