I will not cry for you because you did not die.
You are the sweeping winds, you are the firefly
You are the oceans waters, the snow that falls up high
You are the mountains, you are the stars,
falling from the sky.
You are a spark, a tiny ember, you are a roaring flame.
You are the leaves, the roots, the trees, you are the sprawling plains.
You are a seed, a budding flower, each blade of dewing grass
You are our ancient knowledge, the wisdoms of our past.
You are the moon above us, the luminary sun
You are our bodies, and yours alone, you are
What makes us one.
You are the whispers in the night, you are the darkness
You are the light.
You are a ruthless blowing squall, you are a gentle rain that falls.
You are a glacier, you are the land, you are tiny grain of sand.
You are the Earth.
You are what we could never understand…
So, what you were, now, seems so small when one can look inside.
-And let go of the bitterness, and swallow all our pride.
For feeling grief is just an answer, to things we will never comprehend
-But you are the thread and the needle, in hopes our hearts will mend.
-When one can see the beauty of our earth, there’s no reason left to cry.
For you are the world and all its treasures, because you did not die.
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