PART I - almost dying
my soil is dry
my leaves withered
you can hear the crackling of my branches
as they rattle in the wind
the sun feels too hot
on my roots
that i feel i am ready
to catch on fire
i am in need of care
of gushing water
to nurture my dying soul
i need it soon before
i turn into ashes and
the world forgets me
PART II -the storm
the day you come is a miracle
i hear your loud thunder
clashing like cymbals
i see the hint of a lightning bolt
not far off and i feel your presence in my veins
when your first drop falls
it feels like heaven
the gates to exit hell, finally open
i savor each drop
my roots devour your waters
ravenous, desperate for survival
for days i feel your coolness
envelop me and slowly
bring me to life again
i could stay like this forever
PART III - deteriorating
it felt like it would never end
i almost wish it didn't
but i was slowly drowning
and you were quickly fading
with each drop
we were losing ourselves
too distracted
too blinded
by the release, the feeling
and we were slowly dying
by staying like this
so i said it be best to part ways
and so painfully we did
however
i am eternally grateful
that you saved me from dying
twice
and i am thankful