Cosmic's sublime

I wrote this poem during a long cold rain, it was a bother but then I remembered a question, 'who are we in this path of time?'

Weather be gone
weather be gone
so sun can shine

Tether be long
as long as crime
and earth will rhyme

Those who want to forget
like feathers they float
drifting into the sublime

weather will take its time
to change like history in time
and I, a speck of dust
in cosmic's sublime.