If you walked away, the sun would
follow you
And the moon would fall to the
sea and drown
If you walked away, the stars would
burn out
And the night would commit suicide
with a knife
The clouds would shiver and pop
into dust
Birds would fly upside down to
avoid the ground
If you fell ill, the winds would
come to a halt
Feelings would lose their feel,
emotions would stop
If you fell ill, the hunters would
lose all appetite
And the hunted would give up the
fight
The day would have no light
Ripe crop on trees would no longer
drop
If you were to cry, all smiles
would fade away
And all eyes would dry in pain
If you were to cry, love would
grow shy
And romance would become a lie
Clowns and jesters would retire
Gargoyles would be hired
If you were to die, hope would
die with you
And faith would kneel before science
If you were to die, the forest
would bow in silence
And the sea would retreat from
the shores
Mountains would crumble to a fine
powder
Storms would lose their rumble
and thunder
C.
Enyo
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