Tears

Tears are the food we nourish That help us mature like fine wine, Flow with nature we flourish And breaks the harsh world we confine. Tears are like dripping rain drops Falling on soil for plants to grow And grief yet flows from these crops Supplementing our sins to blow. Tears are falling building blocks, To help us climb up the stairway To our fresh tongues free from an ox So that someday we’d have our say Tears are like the quiet drift of petals from some magic rose and grief yet flows from the rift of unremembered skies and snows Tears, the reason our lax lips Strengthens as precious time goes by Rather than reading the scripts To go with the sad human’s cry