who listens?

here is the rain,

the rain, the rain,

the rain.

i wish i would sway

in the wind, sway

like a tree in the sky.

i froze, my face froze,

my heart closed,

i am a stone, me buried,

pain buried, all.

i had to die, maybe

now the sun will warm

this stone,

maybe a child will

embrace,

maybe there can be grace

all i feel is far,

weird empty space

and my heaviness,

heavy, a stone’s weight,

so far from tenderness.

maybe after all

there can be release

but i cannot say please:

who listens?

all is green, green,

green...

so green