Hanging from the trees/our stems fal out our knees/deeper go the roots/that crept beneath us/intwining the lives before us/to snatch them up before the scares/the orchards lye in rows and the straw moans/crying for vapor of their own/but if the moisture comes will we be ready for it/willing to rid ourselves of these deserts we worked so hard to dig/the trees were set in place to hold onto the grace of green/let's see our knees let loose before Him/weather quencher/what's Your name/what do You go by these days/Master/when will our roots match Yours/they don't mind to see us fall/they know we have no mind at all.

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