I'VE WORRIED OVER THIS POEM LONG ENOUGH AND MISSED MY OWN DEADLINE
You Are What You Eat Oh yes, we are the rain, in bouncing drops falling with a patter, in a quick run across a meadow, or a brief encounter with a lover. We are the clouds with the power to block the sun, color the light, bend the universe and gather the night. We are the green in the trees and... Sign in to see full entry.