Your rumbling thunders soothe the heart,
Longing for every drop of rain
To wet the dry lips of a sleepless night.
Every golden leaf that you sacrifice
Revives a part of me with golden sunshine.
The beautiful bringer of death is here
With his orange- Red sunsets and Silver rainy clouds.
I embrace him.
I am here to stay,
with my never ageing Doc Martens,
Stepping in the murky puddles in the street.
Take away all my leaves and I will grow new ones again.