The world is weeping,
crying to be held
Yearning for someone to tell him a story,
To kiss him goodnight
The world is fighting,
Fighting for some attention
Some love and understanding.
When the world sheds a tear,
the rivers of his face are flooded
as he continues to sob.
When he’s sick with fever
the days run hot
and people are kissed with the heat of the season.
And when the world is cold,
the earth quakes as he shivers from the chill.
All the world needs to do
is put on his favorite jacket,
and that is when we see the beauty of the stars.
By: Tiana Jeyná
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