Tree Begging for Rain

Walking along the lake path today--the breeze blows gently--the sun barely shines through a haze of clouds as the evening looms

And I look upon the lake and see to my dismay

that the water has receded even more

than when I was here 

just a few days before.

I listen--what is that sound I hear?

It truly sounds like rain

falling down

but then, I realize

as I look around

what I hear is the clattering sound

of the leaves on the trees

blowing in the wind.

They are so dry, so in need 

of a quenching drink

the clattering sound they make

makes me think

of a beggar shaking his cup

begging for coins

on the street

hoping somehow someone out there

will donate to meet

his humble need

of food or drink--

Tears fall from my heart

as I listen

to this sound

of the dry leaves 

clamoring, begging the sun

to drop down

"Please bring us rain, dear thin clouds"

they seem to say

And I realize now

that the trees 

do indeed pray.

Would that my tears

straight from my heart

could somehow help bring rain,

get it to start--

but all I can do is beg to the sky

"please, please 

hear my cry--

send the rain to my beloved trees,

I will gladly drop 

to my knees--

If only somehow, someway

you could see fit 

to bring the rain this very day."

I know not if my prayers will help--

all I know is that 

I can still hear

the clattering of dry leaves

so very near

and my heart aches

to my very core

wishing, hoping to see, feel the rain

once more.

Please???

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Dreamin' of Going Beyond

I suppose I must be aching for an escape--of late I keep remembering back to far away places--this my trip to Seattle that was actually so enjoyable and relaxing.  Loved the water--being on the Sound and loved the sights, the smells, the sounds of the hustle and bustle of all the people--but the ride on the water was so serene and peaceful and comforting to me.

No doubt.  I am a water baby.  Crave to be near water.  Not necessarily IN it, but most definitely close enough to see it, to be on it, to hear the life that surrounds it.

It's no wonder my home is only moments from our beautiful lake.  Yes, I know I am blessed--but still I cannot help but dream of one day going BEYOND all this.  My sense of adventure grows weary of staying put. 

Perhaps the Universe will sense my need to venture out into the beyond?  Hmmm...Look out World--here I come!