On the beach sat a girl,
So innocent and kind,
Right next to her mother,
Who held a wise mind.
The young girl looked up,
Watching the sky,
Dark storm clouds were gathering,
And they started to cry.

She turned to her mother,
And quietly said,
"Mommy, why does the rain fall
From the sky to my head?"
The mother looked down
Into her daughter's inquisitive eyes
"The sky is sad," she said,
"And that's why it cries."

"We have lead it amiss,
So it opens its eyes,
We have shamed it entirely,
So that's why it cries.
And like the most watchful of parents,
The sky sees us do wrong —
We lie, cheat, and steal,
So the sky sobs the saddest song."