THE UNHEARD CRY


The way the clouds flow,
The way the wind blows,
Or where and when
The rain or storm arrives
Or lightning strikes;
Which Stars shine or darken,
Or who gets born or dies;
Where the fish swim, 
Or the birds fly;
SCREAM!!
But the Universe is still silence
In its Mighty response.
Don't care, like everything else,
Yet the end will come at least once;
To give rise to a new beginning:
Just shiver quietly
Or think in anger.