In You, It Is So Very Heavy...

I look up, into your leaves, like rain washing down to the sea. I do not mind, the hard times, i hold still, as dirt and sticks, dust my face. The loggers came in, while i was gone, i did not know i glance around on the ground, with nothing to show. Our clear spot that we made is still here, shirtless i stray from the path, we walked to shed our fears and doubts, with all that we said: i still wander this way, every now and again, despit the weather i find, it washes my face. Today, i brought a new friend, i know you will not mind, her name, is Terra, she is just a small tree, one day she will grow up and be all that you are.. Holding armfuls of children in swings, as they sing about bees.