i'm just a small boy staring at a dead tree in the rain
looking up
wondering why love won't grow

jack-jenkins

another poem on love

Don&#8217;t look up in the rain first of all.

Just keep on staring, maybe it will grow someday.

Oh my.  This is provocative, and brilliant.

Look closely, can you see a tiny leaf sprouting?

Ahh see it can grow! You have to want it to!;)

I remember a young girl making perfume out of roe petals...oh to have that imagination again. Awesome !

because its within ... and its unconditional & you need to love yourself before you really receive it