how long is the longing
how rainy is the rainy day
when Emily opens her eyes it looks as if
they'd been raining her dream out
and that storm on her head
does not foretell
a bright morning dress
how patient can a person be
whose heart's just been saved from thunder
but still shivers the leafy on the wind
how grateful should she be
for the 200-acre forest that means no life
but bushes of wet trampled blueberries
who likes eating mushrooms
Emily has always been (yuck!) detesting them
she's never eaten one
nor has she smelled any of them
this is us, this is our forest
which will never be our home
since we'll always find a mushroom to grimace at
and a blueberry to mourn...
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