She drank the tears
When he sobbed
She burnt herself
In the fire
He lighted,
She freezed
Under his cold breeze.

He hid himself
To make her glow
He fell down
So she can step
on the floor to rise,
She is bright, only
Under his light.

She, a weeper
Him being a keeper
She shed so much
He hold them
Like a treasure
She's emptying herself
While he's collecting,
Things, thrown away.

Who says that
Nature isn't romantic?

© AMODINI