November Rain

Softly spoken words
echo beneath an
ancient tree
with dry roots.

The bucket rests
empty in the well.

Withered branches
abandon their leaves
to die below
our feet.

The bucket rests
empty in the well.

In a distant sky
winds gather
and bring rain
to feed the earth.

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