Maybe The Rain

Sun scorched Tree stands

Lifeless leaves blistering sun.

Tree trusts Life grants no more

has no plans above the daily din.

In the shadows

gently pours Stream.

Every ripple whispering

I am life, drink deeply.

Disregarding the undertone

Tree determines to

simply survive the day.

Maybe the rain will undo my pain

But with this wind it’s gone again

And I still lie in thirst.

Maybe the rain will undo my pain

But with this wind it’s gone again

And I still lie in thirst.

Still lie in thirst…

Longing slowly ushers death...

Yet Stream still flows.

Craig M. Coon December 2005