Tears of life stains the sky and we can hear the eternal cry, whispered gasps cling to skin sending hushed caresses there final goodbye. Breath brings signs of life's tortured mind, minds agony realizes the sign and escapes into minds box of realistic tricks, tricks of laughter brushes the brow laying claim against the truest of tricks. And the sparrow lets out its cry, cry so loud it behold the soul. Closed eyes of the sparrow's soul soaks up the sky and the colors of life brings life to the cry, cries scream out in the revelation of the newest of life , spreads its wings and says goodbye. Standing tall against the breeze and laughing against the trees. Letting all the tears dry against the sun and swinging its wings against all the hopeful leafs flying fast against those trees and kissing all the beautiful leafs. Turning around and leaving the frown and finding a home to call its own, the sparrow song is heard out loud , no more cry, no more frown.