From tree to tree I open to the deep wild,As I lay gently on the damp grass of my forest.As my own clouds start to drop the slick drizzle of my rain,As my velvet, twin valley walls start to draw tightly together.As a tiny mountain range begins to grow and form,Rising high, a proud crest between those soft, surrounding slopes.Right at the peak, my tiny, hidden stone begins to ache,A vibrant center that pulses and expands with myself,As my storm moves that small, sensitive point from side to side,To up and down, waking every tight, hidden ridge of my heat.As the drizzle of rain turns into a wild waterfall,Misting heavily from tree to tree,As my inner lightning strikes the swelling peak to ache and tingle,To curl my toes tight and arch my back into the soil.As I start to enter the waterfall with a breathless rush,Tracing the shadowed walls of the canyon deep inside,As I feel the deep, rhythmic pitter-patter splash of the torrentA sudden, electric heat that echoes louder inside me every single time.A deep, desperate sigh rises out from the depths of my inner springs,As my entire body quakes like fierce, rolling thunder,Leaving its slick, pooling mark across my emerald grass,As it rapidly shoots out the drowning of heavy rain.Flooding wildly from my warm, plush valley to drench the roots,Soaking the trees as the waterfall crashes and overflows,Shaking my earth floor as it flows and finally sighs.