
The wind rocks me gently
While the Sun feeds my spirit
And the rains quench my thirst.
I will grow
And become
Abundant.
Cut me if you must.
But know that my seeds
Have fallen
They are my offspring
And through them
I will exist forever.
The wind rocks me gently
While the Sun feeds my spirit
And the rains quench my thirst.
I will grow
And become
Abundant.
Cut me if you must.
But know that my seeds
Have fallen
They are my offspring
And through them
I will exist forever.