The Tree

The rain falls thinly

From beyond the glass,

It is not patchy;

It covers everything

Until the tree and its

Roots are submerged

And the fog has

Crept up the hill and

I can hardly see

The tree.

The rain continues

And my heart falls

With it, heavy in my

Chest.

The tree has disappeared.

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