Emotion
it’s raining
in the woods
and hasn’t let up
the leaves are greener
for it
the roses never looked
as full
the blades of grass
cannot be cut close enough
the bark is black
its ridges gobbling drops
this weather is unwrung
for wings of fancy
and wind-blown strands
the mushrooms pop up
like umbrellas
you’d never know
a turtle was beneath
all the pinecones are wrapped up
tight
the puddles have submerged
the clouds cross
and disappear
the rain is singing its song
the toads seem to enjoy it
the worms are dancing
in mud
someone’s best day
is someone else’s worst
the greatest joy
is connected
to the greatest sorrow
within and without
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