Tears descend upon the glass pane,
heaven spilling sorrow into the world.
Mother Earth lifts her gentle hands,
gathering the drops against her breast.
She buries grief in hidden chambers,
where seeds awaken, drinking silence.
The sun, a patient healer, emerges
to cradle saplings in golden arms.
Flowers flare like trumpets of spring,
their petals singing renewal.
Roots entwine with warmth and light,
a covenant of earth and sky.
Life surges, green and unbroken—
and God, beholding this abundance,
forgets the weight of sorrow.
Joy spills across creation,
and all things shine radiant.
