As the thunder rips the sky

I hear her cry.

As her tears hit the roof all

I can do is wait for her to gasp for air.

Suddenly the sky is lit

up with the beautiful horror that 

burns her.

The clouds become very remote, 

the pain is too much, 

she can no longer bear it.

As she whimpers and sighs

I pray that she will make it through this,

hoping against all odds

that this storm will not be her last.

The tree bow down

in sudden devestation, 

their wisdom allowing them to see

that the end is very near.

She will not see the stars when the clouds leave.

She is at the edge 

and she knows that there isn't much

time left.

She cries softly for all the moments 

that she has been robbed of, 

all the precious breaths

of those irreplacable to her.

In that moment she surrenders,

knowing that this is the end.

She still cries out.

The wind echoes her shrieking sorrow.

The universe knows that she has given in

and yet they do not sit idley by.

They rant and rage at the injustice

being done to someone 

so young and injured.

They think of all of her 

beauty and hope, 

now marred by the treachery of 

the one closest to her,

her storm.

One must think that no one will

ever survive the heartbreak

that has been dealt to her.

The storm realizes what it has done

and it understands it cannot fix 

the damage it has caused.

Despite the horror she has seen and been 

inflicted, the sky weeps for her loss.

She tells the storm through the whispers

of the leaves

that it is forgiven and she knows that it was 

wonderful. 

With her last breath, she says 

just one word.

The most powerful word in all the world.

Goodbye.