"Soon, a visitor shall delight you."

The scent of humid dust
Relents of a rainy day
Liquid clouds slipping off the slender branches
Hitting the ground rageously, fiercely.

Stuck between the wrinkled roots
Laying there, soon overwhelmed by his peers
Soaking up the earth
Glutting it until droplets pearl at the surface

The broad giant of the forest stands,
But soon he will bend
Under the strikes of the endless storm
The proud tree will bow down

Waiting,
To avoid despair.
Oh, if only the sun could appear,
What a delight would it be for that tree!