Don't Be Scared

When
Whenever Paul
thinks of rain
swallows fall
in a wave
and tap
on his windows
with their beaks

And when Paul
thinks of snow
soft winds blow
'round his head
and the phone
rings just once
late at night
like a bird
calling out,
"Wake up, Paul.
Don't be scared,
don't believe you're all alone."

"Wake up, Paul,"
whisper clouds rolling by
and the seeds

falling from the branches
and they're out from the branches
and they're
falling from the branches of the trees

out from the branches
falling from the branches
and they're
falling from the branches
of the trees