So…this is our calling
The plan plotted long ago
And though you didn’t know
Victory assured
But each day, march nonetheless
There are seeds to sow
Amass the underdogs
Empower their voices
Send them on their way
Bid them go…we’ve no say-so
To turn the mourning to a song
To claim the weather was your choice
And all the ache a beckoned friend
To want no more than what is now
To plant the flowers among pests
And seeds of doubt in yesteryear
So then, with wisdom, kingdom come
The let-go girl, I tell you
See her, be her
Lest they make certain you’ll wish you were her
Your time for helping about
For tending clover, for being home
Gone, then
Wilted, without having seen the sun
Cancelled, before commencement
So plant your smile inside you now
Let go, girl
A single seed, plant with me.
Name it with wishes and might and endeavor for it.
In the dark, early mornings, remember that it needs our care.
Let it feed us when the day’s shadows are exhaustingly long.
Plant this seed with me.
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