Sunlight.
Miracle.
Grow tall.
It’s all around me now.
Is poison to these tender roots.
The branches break and leaves will blow.
New rain.
Waterfall.
Grow apples.
Flowers fall.
They’re all around me now.
Life is gone.
Is just hanging on a hope.
On it’s own.
And just let it grow.
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