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