an oak is strong year-round
roots planted firmly in the Earth
doesn’t sway when Mother says it’s time to play.
a flower dances too soon
with the wind she’ll up and leave you blue
but her petals will come back each May
and you’ll compare every blossom to that of Monet
a cloud will whisper what no one should ever say
exactly what they mean and no,
they won't hesitate
they’ll stir up hell on you when you’ve got 'em fed up
there’s no such thing as a cloud bein' willin' to fill yo' cup
strong, sturdy
you say
like an oak in its 30's
but an ole fashion swing would break you down like a mosquito in a hurricane
fly away and try and come back to say,
i meant to do it that way.
no, no you didn’t
no oak tree can be that inconsistent
maybe instead just one of ‘em tiny sticks got broke off it's limb
and got shoved a little too far
for you are as delicate as a study of the trees by Renoir
roots were never buried deep, and no connection to all you wished you could be
decisions were made from yesterday
let's make up words to protect the ego and never agree
because trust was an outdated tune
and when you woke to hear me singin' my blues
you decided love wasn't enough to keep your promise from those summer afternoons
you deserved that little flower blossom that was planted under your tree
ain't my fault she chopped you down and burned you each winter
so excuse me, for comin' in with a rain shower to say
"i love you
and i'd like to stay"
always
too much water
was too cold
or too hot
found you was asking too much of a cloud
asked me to go away and act like i didn't water you each day
encouraged you grow
grow those roots deeper so that when She came
you would know how to say
"No."
silly me for a thinkin' that way
found myself turn to a cloud of disdain
that caused you so much pain
pain my ass
only thing you could ever be is a
pain
in
my
ass.
but it's okay
i set out pretty pitchers yesterday
so when that rainstorm comes in
i'll sit with some tea
and watch her pour all her lovin' fo' me
and hope that her lightning will strike that fragile oak
that talked too much and never meant enough
and burn that fucker away
to dust
until he could learn
maybe I should listen up
to what others got to say
not be so in my head
and learn to soften it up
no excuses under my roof
and my roof is the whole damn sky
so show yourself out
i don’t need your complainin'
or your rainin'
there's a reason i'm bad at waterin' plants
i don't give enough of a damn about somethin' that can't understand
for an oak don't know romance.
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