We have shared the soil since we were transplanted
The very third day amid the sudden garden
Standing above the seed of every flowering thing
Withholding our abundance from all save Elohim
Alas, I became known before the time was ripe
dehydration, I withered and was barren
A fallen bough has broken our former symmetry
Desolated I lie below your verdant branches
All I pray for now is that you would graft me on
a branch seeking succor from your living roots
The perennial in focus, lifting arms to heaven
Calling down lightning from the swollen sky
I cannot contend that our forest should be spared
Thickets crackle screaming as they timorously combust
The undergrowth stayed unchecked for many generations
Now bone dry drought parches the compass rivers
I will not pretend that our forest can be spared
For the wind is mighty and the flame all-consuming
All I pray for now is that you would graft me on
a branch seeking sap from your bleeding roots
All I pray for now is that you would graft me on
a branch seeking succor from your living roots
All I pray for now is that you would graft me on
a branch seeking sap from your bleeding roots
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