We, like the flowers and the trees, are pitiful,for we can only extend upward towards the sky.We realize this when we look down once in a while,but then again we look back up.You look so sad in your sleep,as if you are having a nightmare.I'm right here, right by your side,and I'm not going anywhere anymore.How do I live without you?Everyone looks at the sky.They look up, and again look back