The rain hits the window
The trees are losing their leaves.
Still you danced
Under clouds.
Knowing blossoms will sprout.
Truly they did,
Break earth with each step.
Just like you.
Bringing life
Where death was near.
If I knew
How to dance,
Your routine
I would join you.
I promise.
I would.
For now,
I watch from my window.
At the beauty now blossomed.
I hear the rain.
But I know of no clouds.