A strange day i see before me
a cool chill in the breeze
I sit in the house in the tree
I am cold but I do not freeze
green is all around me
the leaves, they do not brown
in this chill air I am free
I myself can no one own
I feel cold but inside I'm warm
all the sudden the air is cool
and yet I've no alarm
the air is not so cruel
I write this poem not for attraction
it gives me peace and calm
I sound silly with my creation
and I write it not as a psalm
to those who watch
I do not appear deep
but my secrets, I clench
and my secrets, I keep
I appear a studious person
writing, perhaps, an essay
I have a different reason
for saying what I say
it is, dare I call it rain?
no, it is a sufficient mist
I feel it now and it gives no pain
we, together, form a sacred tryst
the rain is not my enemy
rather, my long time friend
the sound itself is a melody
I hope it will never end
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