Timeless Serf

The rain poured down on this dreary day.
My soul will not find its resting place.
I see a tree in a distant land.
A part of me knows that peace is there.

I run and run attempting to reach it.
But alas, the tree in infinitely far away.
There is no hope, I’m bound to this land.
A timeless serf, to an unserved bond.

This is the end, no time to spare.
My heart is jumping, not unlike a hare.
The rain, the rain, I cannot stay.
I fall and dream of that forbidden tree.