Dry. Lifeless.
No colours, no shadows, no heartbeats.
No plants could grow
in my calloused ground.
I was left without the company of creatures.
I, a desert plane, was called
out of my corner,
and here is where I came across you:
A rainforest.
With water
and many plants
and colours
and birds
and rodents
and bugs
and berries.
I didn’t ask you to,
but,
you gave me your rain.
My calloused ground softened.
and incumbent seeds in my soil grew
and grew, and grew.
Splashes of pink and purple,
Streams of blue and silvery reflections filled
my plane.
Heartbeats shook my ground,
for the first time
in some time.
Now I’m a shrimpy forest,
a minor offshoot of your spirit.
I’m glad to have come across you.