Again we sit o keeper of life.
How frail the plants look in the rain
and how they scream for sun.
You know not how they reach for you.
How they curl and wind to your touch.
They are here by your hand, and they long for you.
Again the sun will shine, small bits of green!
For you only know of the now and not what you are meant for.
This downpour make you strong and flowering shall follow your suffering.
Flowers of love will fill your small heads,
and never again shall you be frightened of the rain.
Once more you shall be looked on with familiar eyes,
and you will feel the familiar touch that has echos in your roots.
(8/29/2009)
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