Spreading
       Cracking

Growing
                                Pulsing
Slowly, breathe
  Into me.
I am not the earth nor air you live on, but the pain you drink
                          
                 Sorry but I can’t help myself.

If I were one inside instead
I would take it all back
      Out
The raindrops tumble slowly,
   Dripping off your weathered skin,
Winter is coming,
I’ll never again
See the words you softly spin
Peaceful

I am not the earth you live on, but the tears that fall
                  
                                           Slowly


Upon your leaves.