Plant Boy

There have been many nights

When the softly falling rain

Under the lonely streetlamp,

Or the cries of the tawny owls

In the broken down shed

Have been my only companions.

And yet tonight, I don't feel so alone

With the memory of your

Soft green gaze in my head.

I'll pick a bouquet of wildflowers

In hopes to ease your pain;

Watch the roots grow in water,

While the window's on the latch

And we listen to the rain.


  • Goldfinch60

    Wonderful words SerenWise, this really grabbed me. Listening to the rain can be so wonderful.


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