Earth may have cried for just a second.
A tear or two splashing on top of the strap of my insulator bag as I walk past some scaffolding breaking a part by the week.
As I look up at the sky,
The Sun appears to be shining regardless of whatever cloud comes to mask its warmth away from most of our cold hearts.
Kind of like,
Smiling no matter what emotion strikes our nerve the minute we allow it too…