the giving

i, a child, once woke up from a dream
of a beautiful angel in the clouds
i, a child, went outside to see the sky
but i only saw rain clouds hanging

i, a child, spoke to the forest
to teach me the ways the clouds
i, a child, heard the chirping of birds
but never did i listen to the words of the wind

i, a child, stood in the meadow
as the grey skies turned to black
i, a child, stood ’til the heavens cried
and soaked me with false hopes

i, a child, was found three days later
embraced in the edge of a river
i, a child, was cold and numb
pale and breathless

i, a child, will forever be
as fate will never bring me age
i, a child, will forever be
and not the tree that i dream to be...