Rain

I love trees; I love the masquerade tree.

I have never seen a masquerade tree fall,

I love how it swirls from side to side, many times the swirls are vigorous.

I have never seen a masquerade tree fall.

I love the sounds that come from the swirls; the loud melancholic sounds,

it keeps me warm, it makes me free,

I love being free.

I love the sun but not as much as I love the rain,

I love how her tears come to make things new.

She reminds me of me; a mournful optimist.

I love her lullaby; how painfully beautiful it sounds.

Her pitter-patter voice whispering screams to my heart.

It makes my heart dance, it makes my heart free,

I love being free.

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