Ripe apples falling
Upon auburn crunchy leaves...
Rain drops from above
Gently quench a dry meadow...
Everything makes more sense
when it rains...
Stifling and torrid was
the day you passed...
I’d like to sail the ocean
but i’m sealed...
This empty atrium
has a high ceiling...
The river flows,
flows like a tear...
Pouring rain
on drowning soil...
An old rocking chair
Creaking on the sunlit porch...
Bored of earth limits
The boat took off from water...
Let’s fly out this door
Into the bright air...
All those days you spent
Looking through that window...