I look up, into your leaves, like rain washing down <br />to the sea. <br />I do not mind, the hard times, i hold still, as dirt and <br />sticks, dust my face. <br />The loggers came in, while i was gone, i did not know <br />i glance around on the ground, with nothing to show. <br />Our clear spot that we made is still here, shirtless i <br />stray from the path, we walked to shed our fears and <br />doubts, with all that we said: i still wander this way, every <br />now and again, despit the weather i find, it washes my face. <br />Today, i brought a new friend, i know you will not mind, her <br />name, is Terra, she is just a small tree, one day she will grow <br />up and be all that you are.. <br />Holding armfuls of children in swings, as they sing about bees.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-you-it-is-so-very-heavy/
