The Tree

Behind closed doors an oak tree extends its branches next to the window that I lay

In the silence it scratches at my window

Embracing life’s sadness, abundance and pain

But as I’m listening to the vibrato in the dropping of the rain

I feel a release in my strain

As I have found a love that distracts me from the mountain of pain that accumulate again and again

I look out with aching limbs, but no worse than a tree during a storm

Holding on to make it through the worst of the day

And behind close doors I lay in wait, ready for my lover to come home to help shelter me from sadness and pain

My love is equivalent to what the sunshine is to a tree after a day of rain