Help!

Screamed my mulberry bush.
It was more peculiar than not,
Wearing damsons for shoes.

She cried so mutely,
While the winds pouted softly.
Expressing exaggerations of briskly
Soaked demons delivering
Allegory.

In the form of tapping leaves-
Scrying for millennium branches
And canker-core enlightenment.

We merely are-- broken mishaps
Bearing mutations; teeny-tiny
Fluctuations in the dust of dusts.