the 3 parts of our story

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