the trees


the trees

I used to love the rain,
but that was also when I had you.
but now being alone while watching the rain drop,
is like watching and feeling the world stop.
now that you’re gone,
the rain turns into pain,
and i am left to the trees
now that the trees have me,
I feel safe.
I am in the big strong arms of those that carry me
and I will dance in the gusts of what is to come.
the wind will guide me
and I will go with the leaves,
for what is to come can only be for good.
carried by the wind and taken to a place
where nothing can stop me.
it looks at me, and there is a smile on my face.
big and bright, shining from sea to sea,
this is where I belong, this is my space.
I am happy, I am free,
and this is all
because of the trees.
-p.s.

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