Nature listens. Tear drops glisten,
like gently falling rain; streams of crystal clear pain.
Deserts drenched in water… forlorn deserted daughter…
missing him; missing Him. Blurred vision growing dim.
Tear drops glisten.
Nature, listen: crying too for the Day of Release, for the day of joy, the day of peace…
when sorrows like Death shall be no more.
Until then, this internal wrenching war…
Until then, tears drenching the desert floor.
Crystal pain.
Desert rain…