It really is a problem

These evenings
When I go for my walk
I can't help but for the future,
In my mind,

Talk.

To you
ABOUT THE WONDROUS TREES,
BRANCHES LOW WITH RAIN,
SUNSHINE FILTERED THROUGH.
OH GOD HOW IT FREES!

It's too beautiful not to drone
though you cannot see it.
I have faith though that through
my eyes
to your backs

You can truly meet it.

<3