Cries of Nature

My sister Michelle wrote this a long time ago:

Cries of Nature

A bird cries aloud in pain, from the depth of her soul.
The hurt and anguish comes in song,
The sadness leaves her cold.
The loneliness and sorrow in tune,
She trembles as she sings.
The pain is almost too hard to bear,
She folds her broken wings.
But from pain a sweet song is sung,
A song gentle to the ear.
It heals each heartbreak
And touches those who hear:
So sing, let your songs be sung.
Cry, little bird, cry.
Through your pain others will heal,
And one day, you will fly.
A beautiful flower is picked
In perfect youthful bloom,
But then is crushed, the blood is squeezed,
She cries out in painful gloom.
Her velvet petals are no more,
Her stem is thrown aside.
She cries until no tears are left,
Till there’s no place to hide.
But through her death perfume is made,
The fragrance enraptures all.
Bringing smiles to saddened hearts
Through the droplet be small.
So cry, let your fragrance spill,
Weep, pretty flower, weep
Through your death others will love,
So just quietly sleep.