Forests


i am moss
arriving uninvited
welcome mat
nobody asked for
clinging to those with purpose
to trees who stand unbothered
while i stay low
and feed off their sweat
i am soft
i wait
for bare feet too calloused
to notice me

She is rain.
All consuming,
touch at first a blessing.
Delicate then raging
she will destroy you,
leave. And somehow,
you will miss her
serrated fingertips
and crave
the very storm
that made me think
it was my time
to love you.

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