The rain of the clouds slowly falls to the ground.
I’m sitting on wooden benches listening to the sounds.
The trees, I watch
as they sway and move with the siren winds.
turn from green to gold ending in dust.
I am not afraid to swim this storm, to face the floods before me.
I’ve been swimming
before my feet learned to walk.
I can’t give in to this tsunami.
I can’t give up on you.
It’s my lonely survival.