seeds, they waited 'neath their dry cracked grave
too hot when sun came, too cold when it left
the air stood still, will she come to save?

the wind came one day, it smelled of life
carried in its moist, in grey cottons high up in the sky
cried it did that night with joy as do winds in raging howls
with Lady Rain came life, from the earth the seeds broke out


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......a gift from LaFille......