I lay awake,
I can't sleep.
My eyes get heavy,
When I'm ready to slip
I hear a sound,
but don't know if it's real.
I see a shadow and ask,
not knowing the answer,
"What are you?"
"He replied,"
Strong and tall
I stand high above.
I reach for the sky,
that which I desire.
When it rains I drink,
when it's cloudy I mourn.
What am I?
A tree outside your window sill.
(It's been so long, I suck again
)