Luke never knew,

That it was true,

He hadn't died,

Until he cried,

When he saw Tear's favorite flower,

That felt like a hot shower,

For it's warmth was sweet,

And he knew in a beat,

That everyone was near,

For he saw Tear,

Sitting on a stone,

Looking all alone,

Even if the others were there too,

Everyone looked extremely blue,

Looking at the remains,

Where Luke was laying,

And trying to get on his feet.