The sun and moon will collide

one Jesus decides

The stars will become one

once we are done

The rain will eventually be vain

To them,

stars mean nothing more than

twinkly things in the sky

To me, 

stars show hope,

how beautiful life can be

The Sun and Moon 

mean nothing more to them

than things that give us

day or night

To me,

they mean think and sleep

They mean beautiful, shiny

bulbs that show their

true colors once they are out.

To them, 

rain means nothing more than

water falling out of the sky

that ruins your day

To me, 

rain means God's cry

He created Earth for us,

for us to treat it well.

But look at Earth now!

It's full of cruel evil.

He created us so we could be our own people.

God cries because he is sad

because of the fact

that

Earth

is like

THIS.