Out of the black soul of night
she is disguised as a child of the wind
in search of a grain of compassion
amongst the dirt of human tragedy.
Slipping through the trees like the breeze
till a tranquil sound that has haunted her dreams
drew her closer and closer that it felt
like a spell had been cast upon her wings
bringing her to the raging river
of every living soul's tears.
Curiosity drew her nearer
as she studied the flow
that brought about an eerie but peaceful feeling
as the pain that filled the currents
somehow also seemed so serene
in the reflection of the moons mystical beams.
She felt the rush of the water
caress her fingertips they tingled
and a single tear trickled down her cheek
for now she knew just why
humans must cry.
So to the heavens she returned
with joy in her heart
realizing humanity is still alive.