This Is Honesty From The Skies Grace Poem by Sara Tehrani

The sky looks like it has something to say
then it waits until it rains
before the ground feels each silent pain
Until the flowers blossom, it rains again

And then i pick each delicate petal
Not knowing how deep or strong the roots go
Easily convinced its replacable
The touch, the scent, the beauty in the colours
Cover the wounds, the strife and paleness of others

Looking down at me the sky raises an eye
While it observes to then realise
Each slice of cake it carefully bakes
Is what each growing hand will wish to take

The sky looks like it has something to say
It clears the clouds and keeps the rain
Smiles at you and melts away the pain
As it lets the sun gleam on your innocent face
The wind whispers, this is honesty from the skies grace