I questioned an all knowing man,
"Why do the heavens cry?"
The man did muse, and then began
To grant me my reply.
"You seek a tower on babel’s ground,
To scale with heart and pith.
When sky and stone it seems are bound,
'Tis merely but a myth.
Perched in soil atop this tower,
A beauty for the eye.
Behold, such a graceful flower,
Bearing a heavy sky.”