My Tree of Inspiration

When those thunderous clouds
began to boil under a baking sun-

I was the breeze whispering.

A thunderstorm brewing,
the aftermath of a loving
embrace.

You adorned my soul,
purifying the very breath of me.

A little cyclone seedling,
planted among native roots.

My blossoming eyes
are the true nature of you, Sir-

I was a limb within your branches.

Father,
overtime I have become
a soft rain, these leafy tears
became dew diamonds,

you
are the reason
that I love Mother Earth....

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For My Father~