Photography By Sethsnap Your Story: Rain
Down down it came
clouds, thunder, claps.. then rain
Stark raving unreasonable like a loon
Bird and I reins terror on the masses,
We ‘re called all the time ah.. maroons
Many months, way way before winter came.
Tree have needs, don’t call me insane
I, only me, ripped all my leaves away
A grand day and i’m wishing to say ..
what needs to be!
I’m Black Bark
(why trees don’t speak…they’re nasty)