__________Companion of the times__________

Without warning the rain begins to trickle down,
interrupting the night and making you frown.

Your eyes turning upward toward the stars,
clouds growing thick and bold with scars -
spilling out all that which is stored within,
plummeting down, streaking your chin.

Vision narrowing, you struggle to see,
what lies ahead, what is going to be?
Closing your eyes, you search inside,
looking for signs, a compass, a guide.

Frozen in place, but unwilling to stop;
eyelids heavy, yet you force them up.
Every one inch forward a victory of will,
a solemn embrace when time stands still.

You reach out your hand, cold to the bones,
groping for balance among slippery stones.
Losing your footing and preparing to fall,
you let gravity do the pull - into a wall.

Rising before you, what do you see?
A grand structure, breathing - a tree.

Branches looming high, reducing rain,
giving time to recover, easing the strain.
Life surviving in spite of all trials of the wild,
telling you firmly: "You are not alone, my child."

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