The rains are distant
Across placid seas
Sailing into the fire
And seeking cool earth
To plant my feet
To let myself grow
Spreading roots
And stretching limbs
To catch the rain
On my open leaves
And rest
At last, rest
In my true form
Bending before the winds
Outlasting them
A witness
To history’s decay
And an earth
Run to tumult ~ Caroline A. Slee
This is lovely.
Thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoyed reading it.