Cypress, I spied you siphoning water from the creek.
First things first,
I can decipher your thirst.
I find it quite disconcerting
how you and the others are hurting.
This land is terse
but I will plan to be your nurse.
The summer, it is stifling
And the only kind of lightning
that is striking is from the heat.
Well, I will gladly greet
any sign of rain or relief.
We are riding out a cycle
You are fighting for survival,
But I know you’ll make it through
for you are not weak.
You are living proof
with all your roots
you cannot lose
You’ve been standing here for over a century.
I don’t doubt that you’ll make it out of this drought.
I don’t doubt that you’ll beat this bout of heat.
Everything will pass,
whether or not we allow it to.
Everything will pass…eventually.