Crying at my smile
Im not the center of the universe,
Yet mother nature does weep for me,
Shares my agony an that
Of other injured souls
Finding themselves in that tangle of emotions.
She picks me up, dries the tears
She placed on my cheek only a moment before.
Reflects my imagine in the puddles
And adds a bit of shine
She smiles to me, melts my heart,
Hugs me with her warmth,
Keeping me from falling apart
From the wet and cold that seeped to my bones.
On merry days I see her shine,
Smiling my way
Though not always;
Sometimes she cries at my smile.
She is weeping for another,
Like me not the center of existence,
Someone who is hurt, and in need of her attention.