For twelve days, non-stop now, the rain's

Fallen from sky, making trees green again

With leaves sprouting this way and that ... 

Always budding, and not staying well pat



In one posture - focused on the here and now

For there are so many places to be, and bow

So the green deepens in ever so many ways

As limbs branch out, and sun provides rays



Which turn the rain-moistened leaves light

And then - the deep green will be so bright

Reminding - there's a need for all the rain

For, as it falls ... all of the ground stained



Is washed clean, and wells fill up to brim

So there's plenty of water to wash the trim

Which adorns houses, cars, and people, too

Allowing them to wash away - all the blues



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

1:11pm Monday, May 11th, 1998