Rainbush

they call me the rain bush

because here it rains

a pool for life but the deep remains

the darkest place you'd want to be

the sunlight i can't help you see

but when you do

come tell me all

tell me tales of the storms and beats,

and travelers and mountains and sun blessed peaks

and i, short, stubble, brackish, brash

a late october bound summer's laugh

i'll wait for you to speak to me

all the things you want to be

i will wish you your future

i remember mine

a giant tree that kiss the sun

and warms face and touches some

to help them grow, no distance too far

id sing with winds and sway with war

although i'll never be great and grand

ill listen to your daring plan

please take my water to your lips

drop a coin into the midst

of disappointment, wet and deep

for i, i am, simple and weak

because i ran and shrouded, sore

it is not my time anymore

do what i once thought in my hand

never shy; I know you'll stand

the water i weep it does for you

may your troubles be far and few

never wake, for down here you'll be

and never rush to be me