NO MORE TEARS

A mind bird, trapped in winter's hold,
Whispers, "No more tears, my story's told."
Above, a frozen wind, a chilling sigh,
While rivers flow, oblivious to the sky.

The barren trees, a silent, leafless stand,
No bloom adorns her once-vibrant land.
The air, so still, a frozen, lifeless space,
Only the ocean's rhythmic, steady pace.

A vast sky stretches, like her tear-stained face,
No beauty shines, no joy replaces grace.
Her lips tremble, a silent, mournful plea,
Her eyes, two pools of endless misery.