When an angel cries,
raindrops hit a village,
frustrations and sighs,
transform into privilege.
Nurturing the land,
allowing full bloom,
warm sunlight expands
full bright rainbow hues.
When an angel cries,
tears fall upon steeples,
blessings flutter high,
guiding aimless people.
Prayers touch the sky,
caressing the stars.
Wipes sadness from eyes,
removing old scars.
When an angel cries,
showers drench the jungle.
For each tree that dies,
and for natures struggles.
Agonizing tears,
not meant to destroy.
At times carry cheers,
along with great joy.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Originally Published November 25, 2021