Beyond the Tree


The clouds roll over the sky,

And the rain begins to fall,

As if they have lost everything.

Some think it's beautiful.

But if crying is beautiful, then so is the darkness.

The darkness that curls itself around the soul. 

When it hits like a train, 

There's nothing you can do except wait out the storm.

With the rain and the clouds and the storm,

it's so overwhelming. 

And as a tree cannot leave its roots,

I cannot leave the storm. 

No matter how horrid it may be,

The need to leave will never overcome me. 



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