Temperate Climate

Humanity glows in your eyes,

Windows of sky resting in your treetop head

Showered in autumn leaves

Hiding the secret of evolution

You long to shield from the storm

Rainforest tears gather in clouds

Condescending condensation

Brimming over the edge of a precipice

And I’m waiting at the bottom

In an endless hole of sinking sand

Swallowing everything but a backwards baseball cap

Left out of the apparel you wear daily

But the last drop of dew spills over

In time for the climate to return to normal.