Soul Drops: By His Grayness

Damn gray sky
Spitting gloomy slobber of
Cloud pee right in my eye
And then all over - who the hell is me
Oh yeah me! That half rusted
Fire hydrant of meaningless humanity

Soaking it up in this old gray scribbled hair
Too dirty to help and too old to care
Who made this rain and what's the real reason
And I don't believe a minute it's about some season
Maybe something really big is getting past me
I think I'll grab some shelter under that big oak tree

What's this old metal plate screwed into the bark?
It reads: "The Tree of Knowledge" glowing in the dark!
Ok Mr. Smart tree so full of great wisdom and charity
Why not tell me simply...what's the matter with me?
A voice began whispering quite soft in my ear
Strange though it shocked me it brought me no fear

That rain is to cleanse many aspects of living
You'd be a fool to ignore the many blessings it's giving
Notice first the tiny lights that are held there inside
They're the souls of many life forms that rose when they died
They've come back to nourish other life left behind
They're gratitude's contrast to the victim's dark mind
They're lifeblood for all we know that's alive
Without their sweet gifts you'd not long survive
Rather than pity yourself with a poor victim's attitude
Drink these precious soul drops with the deepest of gratitude!
Try to embrace every gift of each season
And know for your own soul that God has a reason!!