The Rain

Cough, choke, breathe...
smoke rising to the setting sun
the sun dancing with flocks of birds
birds beating wings to the sound
the sounds listening to the grass grow

Blink, squint, open...
people are the power, truth
truths are sometimes blatant lies
the lies that can pierce shields
shields that protect the simple mind

Cry, weep, sigh...
the grass is drying and dying
the dying music of bold visionaries
visionaries that changed the world
the world kneeling to the oldest trees

Chuckle, smile, laugh...
smelling fumes spill out toxic eyes
eyes that fall upon swollen wounds
wounds that burn with hardened games
the games that bring about the rain