Who will dance with the wind now that you're really gone?
Who will catch the sun's rays on the hot summer morn?
Who will slow down the gust when it's out of control?
Who will dilute the air that's toxic to my soul?
Who will speak to the clouds about sending the rain?
Who will shelter me from the storm and soothe my pain?
Who will stand in the rain when others hide away?
Who will provide a place for little birds to play?
Who will catch my rain drops before they touch the ground?
Who will keep luxuriant grass from turning brown?
Who will present me a fruit for my morning dish?
Who will nourish my eyes and satisfy my wish?
Who will fix this huge hole in the soil of my heart?
Who will give me comfort now that we are apart?
Topic(s) of this poem: alliteration, death of a friend, funeral, mother, nature love, personification, sad, soil, tree, trees
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