There I threw my sorrows in hopes that they would stay. Instead you returned tomorrow with the weight of yesterday.

Forgive me for asking twice, I’ve already begged in prayer– He returned a palm full of ice, a reminder that life isn’t fair.

The crows made their sighs and the sunflowers bowed, I screamed shouted and cried while you stood indifferent and proud.

The grass gleamed with dew as I endured the cold pain, while the earth smiled, renewed, and thanked me for the rain.