The Sky

When the sky is furious He whips up storms in the air, on land and water These terrifying disasters. When the sky is full of sorrow He sheds his tears And sometimes he will yell out his curse on humanity And strike himself. In his grief, he will destroy both the guilty and innocent He will make them inaccessible and leave them no hope And drown them in his tears of sorrow Which fall from his white, fluffy soul A giant waterfall of grief. After crying away all his anguish, The clouds are gone. The sky's soul is no more The sadness of the sky has killed him And only the sun can bring his soul back By summoning water to the dead, gray sky. When the sky is cheerful He radiates blue to represent tranquility and peace His lively pure earth-surrounding soul Dances and shares in the joy of the people below The white of clouds represents purity from wrongdoing The sky celebrates.