From wounds caused by harvesting,
Dust particles in the sunlight shine
When winds stir high the land.
The soothing ointment of rain,
Winter dressings of pure snow
Heal these cuts before spring comes
When life, again, renews earth’s bosom—
Similar in ways to man’s struggles
To reach the goals we need
To fulfill our hearts’ and souls’ desires
Keeping us feeling wholly alive.
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