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I'm watching it brighten towards morning
Watching a cloud drift
Trying not to feel the weight of something
As the clouds move swiftly
It looks like the reflection of trees call out
Rooted to the ground but longing to follow

On some days the cloud lingers to talk
On this day the trees are frantic, every one howls 
Where do they drift to?
Perhaps the planes
Where there are no hollering trees
Just whispering grass
Wild flowers that blow kisses

What respite that must be
They can gift gentle rain kisses back
Watch them gratefully received 
As they bloom and smile skywards

Unlike the ever thirsty trees
Although they have their root system
Their demands are so loud 
The flowers more dependent, less insistent 

I'm not the cloud or the rain
Just the onlooker
I don't want to be the overgiver or the undertaker
But when nothing pauses a moment
How can I think?

Night-time thoughts will require payback, debt forward, credit due, something...

The morning has arrived
I'll watch street lights flicker off
Stop seeing headlights meander round bends

The cloud still moves on
In such a hurry to find less demanding terrain 
Maybe it's missed a nights sleep like me

I could rest my head
Still watch through the picture window
My only view the trees from here

And I remember I haven't said I'm sorry
Or expressed I'm angry and sad
Nor that some people let me down
But I let people down too
Doing my best, but needing to mostly rush by

I'm too tired to talk about it
It'll catch up with me
Wear me out one day

Today I'm too tired though 
Yet I'm feeling so bad for the trees
Who have all the time in the world
To think about things
I'd best close my eyes to this view
It's morning, but not too late to rest

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