Close Enough For The Moon (Part III)

A dream-catcher in your bedroom,
But, your room is bare;
Bare without the burdened bloom,
Or, the burden for which you care.

You care for that being,
That being you had met;
Meeting him between tall ceilings,
And bricked trees that weren't wet.

Rain, it never comes with a warning,
A warning that is easy to figure,
For figuring out if it's better or just worsening,
The worse always seems to be clear.

So, if the worst is what you confront,
And confronting it while you sit on a hill,
The trees of this hill will come front,
And help you till you win.