Big Tree

I don't have much time. I hear it raining softly outside my bedroom window and the birds like it. They sing a soft song as earthworms rise to the surface of the earth soggy and motionless waiting to be carried away. A big tree rests on my lawn where it was blown over two weeks ago. Part of it is on my roof. The birds really seem to like it there. I sing a soft song, I will miss it when it is gone.