oh much like seeds beneath the ground
i hear you pining for the heavens loudly
whispering is there light for meager souls
or are we cursed to savor wavering hope
my darling harvest all your dreams in soil
and take on nourishment from mother earth
for seeds they toil and they grow
until only skies can rise above their homes
watch the seasons give and rip away
they marinate the earth with rain
then one day kill the newborn life with cold
oh let not these visions grasp your faith in growth
for darling bounty comes to those who reach
with all their strength through droughts through winter grief
until their branches seize celestial lights
until their visions turn from dream to life
darling grow
grow until the forest knows
darling grow
take your strength from wavering hope

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