"Walking Together, Side by Side"

As I sit here
The cool wet drops of rain slide effortlessly over the leaves
and then hesitate just a moment before taking the final plunge
to the earth below
Like the tears that roll gently over my cheeks
Oh but how I'd love to be a raindrop in a forest
Like my thoughts the vines are twisted and confused
clinging to the dark rotted wood of the trees
that seem to sigh or whisper as the breezes caress their leaves
Like the aching passion in my soul
And do the young trees reach ever so desperately
for the small rays of sunlight that glimpse through the canopy
Like I reach for hope and then suffocate myself in my own protective boundaries
Does the forest feel pain like I do?

Milly Rayne 1994