(All my photography and edits.)

Look at the skies of my nation, look at how they grieve for you.

The heavens mourn what we could've, should've, would've been.

The clouds sever like I wish we never had to.

If only,

you had given this the opportunity to Flourish within our Rain.

Look at me,
look at how I weep for you.

Our stars are obstructed by our atmosphere, our fate - or the lack thereof - immovable.

Return to me, please.