Rain's Unfulfilled Promise: The Fate Of Dying Trees Poem by Noen Muti

Rain falls heavily,
But no longer brings any use,
For the trees that have long died.

Water that moistens the soil,
But cannot revive,
The once-vibrant foliage now silent.

Rain that moistens,
But cannot revive the trees,
That now only serve as distant memories,
Discarded and meaningless.

Days pass and seasons change,
Rain continues to fall and grows more intense,
But the trees remain still,
No longer serving any purpose.

Water that moistens,
Returns to the world at large,
Leaving behind emptiness and desolation,
Where once the trees flourished.

Rain that brings no use,
Brings sadness and sorrow,
For the trees that once stood tall,
Now just distant memories.