Soft tears after a great storm

Years of pain and wonder if there's more

Tears fall from my eyes

I look at the trees as I cry

Rain drops falling from each leaf

Those are tears too as I believe

We're both in pain, aren't we?

Speaking through the soft cool breeze

I understand it very well

I'm not alone as I can tell

The trees go through storms too

As we wonder if there's anything new.