off-the-wallflower child

"Hush," the lush green trees said to the rushing breeze... "In these graves gracefully lay the gratefully dead..."...

Mother, Her piercing blue eyes set in fierce white skies, the sun in them, looks down at  her . She cries at her despair, cold fresh rain against her warm flesh. she looks up to the sky, starts to cry too. Have Her tears come to wash away her fears? As  she breathes in the rain to drown this pain inside of her . Please, let them.