See

The wind blows through the
Trees
The flowers start to
Droop
The boy looks very
Lonely
The sky is turning
Black
The sun sets on a purple
Sky
The women have had their hearts broken
The men have done the
Breaking
The ball slams into the
Glove
The bowl crashes to the
Floor
I want to know, not just
Guess
I want to listen, not just
Hear
I want not to look…
But to see.