Umbrella

I have a good head on invisible shoulders,

Sinking into the tree so that I can stand

And just watch you breathing.

You're breathing.

You're everywhere, but you're breathing.

I guess I didn't really need to stop

Because there's enough air for you;

Your rhythm is far from flawless

But I can feel it pulsing through the leaves

And rushing into your hands.

Short and sweet

It's punctuation.

A raindrop on your breath.