how helpless is the night when the sky is covered with thick, dark clouds
that decline to show the splendid night's being.
how sullen the wind becomes when the might of the sun whips the life's sweetest raindrops,
which, the parch land awaits in the midst of its death.
the aridness of the earth stops everything's breathing.. encloses the dream of one's life..
like the birds that never learned to fly.. like the angels who never have learned to feel.
