Sunday, June 26, 2005
Integration
Golden heads swaying in the sun Daisies from a land beyond make their home, a foreign one, Their seeds fly in the warm breeze roots spread quick among the reeds Strangers, in a strange land–Free Yet here is Earth to lay upon nutrients to make one strong A place, like home, to belong Water too, for life to flourish without which all would perish The blood of Earth to drink and cherish Light energy bathes the land warmth infused into the sand A treasure given without command A Zephyr no one can...
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