When people failed
To explain my troubles,
The earth spoke instead.
The trees,
The rivers,
The clouds above.
The mountains never lied,
Nor did the trees.
Both standing silent,
Saying only
What is true.
They weather
Every season,
Every wound in time.
There can be no complain,
But they’ll never comfort
Like the water.
The water moves for you,
Shaping itself
Around what you need most.
It carries away
The weight of a moment,
And drowns the tears
You no longer wish to hold.
Yet it changes
With every wind,
And every moon.
For all its kindness
It will never feel
As gentle as the clouds
They ask nothing,
And promise just that,
Only a place to drift
As the pain floats behind you.
But they run too quickly,
And before you’ve healed,
They’re already gone
And the pains only catch you.
The trees offer truth,
The water speaks mercy,
And the clouds return their peace.
Perhaps wisdom is learning
Which voice you need.