I beg to the sky. Don't cry, don't cry.
Drops have yet to fall as the rumble echos on and on through me.
A forest I am, so dark, so wild.
In the mildest of manners I wait for your sorrow.
My trees bend, you have lingered far to long.
Cry, oh cry sky, or go away.
Cease to survive or break through to me.
I sit impatient.
I wished upon this one day but yet it's way to soon, still nothing.
Rain, oh rain.
Rain or recede.
I hate this time we've spent together.
I can't make haste as you taunt me so.