When the heaven starts to cry
And the first leaf touches the ground
A late-September breeze changes into
A whirling form of energy and emotion
Either howling with rage
Or screaming in hysteria
Chilling every piece of earth
Its long arms can reach
Forming a duet
In which the sobs of heaven
And roars of the wind
Are no longer eerie
But seem supernatural
How much that must hurt
To make all that lives aware
Of the powers of life
The foundation of all observation
And not being recognised
As the almighty
And so their tempers rise again
Wailing and screaming
No longer in sorrow
But in anger and despair
Hoping to be noticed
And glorified in the way
They should have been
Only to discover
They’re in a spiral-shaped tunnel
Suddenly scared of what is to come
And the darkblue night
Stained purple and grey
Is pierced by a scream
So disturbing
That all that is and more
Shakes with fear and dread