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Where seeds should bide their time And await the releasing rain Hurt in the earth is lying Waiting with patience For an unsuspecting step. Implanted in the shallow ground, Brush of branch to conceal and retreat. Until one day this place is visited By the laughter of skipping children. And then the faltering steps Of the stricken child. A burden for all who follow: To leave behind in the earth Not the slow growth which is life But the sudden burst which is death. |
