A Small Tear of Rain

Oh, what can you do with a rose that is wilted

But, whose thorns are so embedded

That to be loose of it would confound your senses

Do you simply tear it out and let it fall?

Do you trample it under foot or let others pick it up?

Is there a possibility that someone with a green thumb

Can save it and nurture it and keep it in bloom?

Keep it colorful and strong

And not mind the blood.

Oh, what do you do with horse with a fractured limb?

Do you take it out back and put it down with a shot or two?

Can you keep it going since you always need to travel?

Is it cruel to push it as it tramples on?

When all it wants to do is rest and recharge.

Maybe if it could only take a moment to breathe

Maybe the wound wasn't as bad as it seemed

But the rider is brutish

And the rider is stubborn

And the rider just wants to keep going

On and too long

Can the canopy of a dying forest sustain life?

Can the falling leaves properly hide the prey

So that the simple predators don't swallow it whole

Is there not some other place

Where branches like arms can keep the sun at bay

Can conceal in camouflage the hides of a few birds

Is it wrong to think nature wants them to die.

If tomorrow comes will the light still shine

Will the simple candle light be enough to survive

Is it too late to turn back time

To simple whisk the feelings into a stir

To hope it doesn't explode on your shirt

To hand over the tools to a proper chef

To postpone your own demise

But save just one other life

Oh, Its high time the lies met up with the truths

Time the butterflies found a flower that soothes

More than the rose that chips away like dust

Oh, Its high time the pain was met with good grooves

Time the sane found something with stronger hooves

So that the injured thing can hobble on

Oh, Its high time you and I

Kissed the canopy goodbye.