we wake up with it pouring
and we are locked inside.
the rain has taught us something
about hiding.
we wake up and we are cold.
we wake up and we are thirty
and we sings songs of drink.
we have pruned ourselves for winter,
cut back our useless limbs
and our deadened skin.
we shrink back in winter,
and sing songs of drink.
we wake up and are thirsty.
the rain has not stopped for days
we wake up and its pouring.
the rain has taught us something
about growing.
we wake up and we are green.
1 comment:
this one, I love.
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