Nature Protects the Fallen

Originally Published 7/27/2018:

I am the rain, relentlessly falling,
unbound and unable to resist the downward momentum.

I am the leaf, blown adrift by winds of change.
I am alone and far from home.

I am the raindrops and I will cover you,
caress you, and keep you company.

I am the thicket, I offer protection,
a new home for you to lie until the drops evaporate and you join the carpet of leaves under me.

Nature protects the fallen, shelters the beaten down. Sunlight is there if you look around.




© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018

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