His pain opened the sky, it cried out rain.
Every time he grieved, the gray clouds came.
His roaring rage brought a snow storm,
His howls had winds, blowing through the air.
He doesn’t know how mighty he is,
He had shaped the weather.
He doesn’t see what I see;
How the entire world shifts
With his pain.
If he knew his strength
Maybe he would smile,
WRITTEN: MAR 12, 2022