Right now, it's raining in a silent place
where the sun peaks through the cracks
of the hazy forest.
A place where your breath appears
as a roar of a lion and your sneeze
a tornado.
At dawn, your heart echoes the sigh
of the forest and the lament of the
babbling brook.
The brook babbles, yet doesn't say a thing.
Soon it will succumb to the hush
of the lush and shady forest
where the sun bleeds
its first hello and last goodbye.