Streams flow with clear waters

Glistening above the surface like diamonds

Leaves rustling in the wind

Almost as if a conversation below the trees

Swinging branches sway in the cold breeze after the storm

As though to wave at the scorching sun

Woody stems clash in the harsh blows

Spitting the drops of rain water onto each other in revenge

Revenge for the many times the rain betrayed them

The rain slips down the tree trunks like tears

Staining the cheeks of a depressed teenager

The rain, though it had passed

Stained the damp ground with a sweet smell

Zoom out and you find a small patch of land in a prairie

What we see so big and wondrous

Proves to be nothing more

Than a single thread in a great tapestry