The rain that fell the night before
had never seen
the sun.
The early birds were bathing
in the rainbows
of the dawn.
Morning came, regaled in blue -
and blazed a trump
of Spring.
It rallied over damp and dark -
berserk with songs
to sing.
The rain that fell the night before
had never seen
the like.
The laughing dew had never known
the magnitude
of sky.
Nor laughter
had it known at all.
" How long
have trees
been green ? "
the answer had to wait
for god
to know his dream
had dreams
The rain that fell the night before
had never wept
a grain.
Had never felt a feeling
that a cloud
could never
name.
The rain became
a mirror
that had never seen
a soul
but knew, somehow
it had one
to savor
the unknown.
Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 11:26 AM UTC
The rain that fell the night before
had never seen
the sun.
The early birds were bathing
in the rainbows
of the dawn.
Morning came, regaled in blue -
and blazed a trump
of Spring.
It rallied over damp and dark -
berserk with songs
to sing.
The rain that fell the night before
had never seen
the like.
The laughing dew had never known
the magnitude
of sky.
Nor laughter
had it known at all.
" How long
have trees
been green ? "
the answer had to wait
for god
to know his dream
had dreams
The rain that fell the night before
had never wept
a grain.
Had never felt a feeling
that a cloud
could never
name.
The rain became
a mirror
that had never seen
a soul
but knew, somehow
it had one
to savor
the unknown.
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