Rain is all now bucketing down
My way through the tree trunk
Now carved with huge barks,
Every drop of rain hurts me down

I'm crawling here and there,
My tree drenched and sweating like workaholic man,

No one noticed my slender red figure
Lots of holes and pores in my tree trunk
No one welcomed me in.
No warm hands cupped me close,
No blankets wrapped me round.

In this life of thunder and rain still
Still searching my dark cavity,
To save my light future.

© Ayesha Thasneem