Rain On The Windows to My Soul

It is a long road, full of shadows and leaves glowing with golden sunlight
It is full of laughter that makes your eyes water, and tears that wet your cheeks and drown your inner voices
It is scattered with thorns and flower petals

She loves me, she loves me not…

Now the leaves of the oak tree will illustrate
How beautiful it can be to fall
From our own heights attained, we tumble
And in this way, we learn our lessons

Leaving only footprints in the groves, or ribbons in the boughs
We travel onward as a wind,
Who whispers in the meadow

Others pass us by like clouds
Bearing a welcome shade or a violent storm
We wear the marks of their passing in our blooms courted by bees
Or trampled with tempest
But always the world turns and the time will come
To risk it all in withering, sending forth our seeds
Seeking root elsewhere in those fertile soils
Of friends we have yet to meet

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