the only one

fortunes dispel forecasts of cloudless weather

as raindrops fall down on whitewashed minarets

constructed eons ago

the ancient maple tree sprouts its leaves as

it has done for the last two hundred years

while the skies turn grey for the first time today

the greenery is dimmed under the darkening

sky and the tree bows down under the

heavy pounding rain

children father under the tree to wait

for the rainbow and the gold at it's end

but their mothers yell at them to come inside

can you blame them and their desire to

take their brothers and sisters and mother

and father to a better place?

thunder rolls lazily across the sky and

shakes the maple tree with fright

creating a deluge shower for the lone figure below

the wind whips the leaves in anger and

the branches ride it out without a choice

and the lone figure sits rocking on her knees

she hopes to see the rainbow first

and reach the end first

so she can finally have a family