Somehow, the pleas in my heart that begged for simple mercy
Reached flight through the universe
Like a paper airplane that flew directly into your heart
Across the Galaxy.
Bouncing off stars and whipping past meteors.
I could smile on the outside
Even though full well knowing that
Inside,
The tree of life was dying.
Leaves falling and decaying.
No one could water me.
No one could shine on me enough.
I kept dying anyway.
Thinking maybe, that I was just meant for this fate.
Yet, when I thought it was just about too late and I almost reached a point where I could've never been saved,
Then came the rain.
He came with thunder and lightening
But he still came with water too.
He poured life on the wasteland of what I had became.
So calm the pitter patter.
Sprouts have broke through and you can see the green again across the land begin and my tree is holding on, the heart that I could never nurture alone.
After his healing tears had soaked the soil, clouds began to part and he was also Sun. He was also warmth and fire and life giving in more ways than one.
The tree roots grew deep within the Earth finally strong enough to stand. Strong enough to give back and strong enough to have the branches reach out to him.
Leaves glistening now,
She reached.
Hoping to the unseen forces,
That if she could continue that she could show him how much he's changed.
If she grew, all encompassing,
Strong and unmoving,
That it'd be enough to show him the
Gratitude if only through her beauty.
Here's to waiting on your life giving rain.
My weather God.