If you go outside at night ,
after the world has gone to sleep,
you can hear the planet sigh
under the secrets it can't keep.
and the wind sings different Tunes,
To all the ones you hear by day
As though it's choking on the words
That we're all too afraid to say.
And I wonder at the problems
we've tried to melt inside its core, whether it's packed so tight it's bursting ,
that it can't hold many more.
for how can we see its weakness
when we have not known something so strong?
and if that weeps and we can't hear it, does that mean there's nothing wrong?
