Empyreans bard

The skys storyteller
Speaking with the chirping birds as its voice,
And the rain being the tears when the tales get sad,
The stars being the characters,
And the syzygy forming,
Settling as the audience,
The hushed whispers of awe,
From the agerasia celestial bodies,
Creating an effect of a mother's sweet humming,
And us?
We are the ones who fall asleep listening to this.

E v e r y s i n g l e d a y.

Cover by: @peachspit
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