Drowning in a tear*

Drowning in a tear*

Rough is the crust as we call terra ferma earth

Rock in the middle of nowhere since the dawn of birth

A gathering and mixture of things to find root

Once their feet have been planted they begin their own truth

Passing is many days and also nights too

Breaking away from the shell the seed knows what to do

It is its wisdom that has been sought in what was kept within

And knows of its life in where it begins

But earth may have its moisture and becomes parched and dry

It then has to wait for the clouds with emotion, break down and cry

And when that happens the soil has a happy ground

But it is the river's punishment, for when it rains the river drowns

Dom*Colucci © 2019