-------Seeds-------
Violent storms may
come
and empty our
branches
before Winter can,
but the forest will
keep growing.
The prairie will
swallow
the cold steel that
has cut her,
and through cracks in
the city
young, green leaves
will emerge in Spring.
For the prayer of a
thousand seasons
has left its seeds in
the Earth,
and buried deep within
those
who protect it.
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