The mourning of the skies is yet to be heard

I once heard a sob-
no I actually did not hear it-
I felt its essence in the air

And so I wondered where did it came from;
was it the from the lake outside my cottage,
where fish forcefully abandon their inhabitant
at the arrival of the quadrennial flood?

Or was it from the humble earth, the petty humans,
those poor creatures, crawling under their star and waiting;
to see if they die from the flood or from the fire,
which burns their mortal lungs?

Unfortunately, I checked both possible sources,
they seemed joyfull and clueless
each reminded me of the lamb we had when I was young
my father killed it, earlier it was nourishing its natural insticts
without knowing the end was near

And so the sobs where from the sky,
I never understood the reason
I suppose noone did,
but maybe I just found the answer,
while proccessing my ignorance and bliss