Umbrellaless – 0031

Raw Poetry by Rev. Shakes Spear

Umbrellaless

If the seed becomes the tree
And the tree becomes the seed
Then that which I become
Is what becomes of me.
	Nature needs no pep-talk
	Nor a motivatin’ speech.
	She doesn’t question God
	So God just let’s her be.

You get caught out in the rain
And cry for some reprieve
Never catching wind
Of the bitter irony
	(oh, why me?)
	
There is no one to save you
As you curse the long walk home.
Soaking wet with your regrets,
You’ll have to walk alone.


2-18-24