Tree Rain

The trees are raining..or Be True To Yourself

The trees are raining

Remnants of a life poorly lived

Fall to the ground

A life of thoughts interrupted

Of intentions never freed

Tree rain is different than sky rain

Sky rain breaks free from itself and lands where it may

It is full of fury and damnation-indiscriminate where it may go

Sky rain is angry, in a hurry, competitive and brash

Tree rain is sky rain with a a change of heart

Its fury and angst are intercepted by what is real

Trapped in its leaves tree rain has escaped itself

All wise and true allowed to feel

Paused and thoughtful, unhurried and kind

If not to fall it pays no mind

What’s true it knows is from within

To be another a lonely sin.

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