Her tears fell like raindrops from a leaf,
Silent whispers of her hidden grief.
Each drop a story, each tear a sigh,
A moment captured as time drifts by.

They glistened softly in the pale moon's light,
Reflecting the pain she held so tight.
Yet in their fall, they danced and swayed,
A gentle rhythm in night's dark shade.

The wind would catch them, carry them far,
Scattering dreams where shadows are.
And as they touched the earth below,
They watered the seeds she’d yet to know.

For from her sorrow, hope would rise,
Like flowers blooming beneath gray skies.
And in each tear that softly fell,
A story of strength she’d one day tell.