Where the Clouds Are Weeping

Trickle tears 'pon velvet sand, the desert evergreen, sprouting forth in ushers; waiting for the moon to see. The greenest thumb of all, isn't green; It's gravity, the push and pull the subterranean splurge, whose words deluge; ...wafting in breezes. Where scarce is emotion, sorrow is a lake. Where patient devotion is opaque; It's transparency becomes infectious. Upward. Upward. Reaching high, where tears resign themselves to die; where the clouds are weeping.