It Was Raining In The Woods Poem by Mark Heathcote

It was raining in the woods.
And sunny in a distant meadow
But I didn't want to leave and get wet.
So I stayed in the shadows.
Gazing out at the meadows
Wondering just how this situation goes
How in the shelter of the forest is it getting dark?
And I am getting cold and wet.
Oh, is this my fate?
How in the meadow, everything in the sun,
Is it getting sun-baked?
Oh, isn't this wild? Who is directing this cloud?
But my only mercy is that I am still an apocalyptic child.

It was raining in the woods.
And sunny in a distant meadow
So it crossed my dismal mind that I should go.
Where the corn is waving, standing tall, all aglow
I should go where the meadow is laughing.
You've got to make your path in this world, don't you know?
So stay in the shadows if you want to grow old.
But if you're brave, leave these woods.
And change your fate and get sun-baked for a while, child.
Oh, isn't this wild? when you find your life is directed by a cloud?
Stand proud, child; this meadow is yours.
Til- it's bunt into an ashen straw, and you are no more.