We are but branches & blades,

But we’ve had feelings throughout the decades,

After a long dry spell, our nourishment does cascade,

After such a long time please excuse our tirade…

A heavy soaker is what we require,

But of any kind of rainfall we do to aspire,

Our roots in their state of dehydration,

Do today of the rain admire…

Off the onslaught we have fought,

Of human feet, animal feces and pee,

All genera of attacking insect,

Till now we had become quite distraught,

But this night does fall our precious commodity,

That till now we have so diligently for sought…

© ed ~ 8/27/06