The Book of Questions III

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Tell me, is the rose naked

 or is that her only dress?

 Why do trees conceal

 the splendor of their roots?

 Who hears the regrets

 of the thieving automobile? 

Is there anything in the world sadder

 than a train standing in the rain?

Pablo Neruda

Rain

I opened my eyes

And looked up at the rain,

And it dripped in my head

And flowed into my brain,

And all that I hear as I lie in my bed

Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,

I walk very slow,

I can't do a handstand--

I might overflow,

So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--

I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

Shel Silverstein (1930 - 1999)