| Springsong... |
| It's dark here and damp and oh so heavy They crawl at me from all directions biting and gnawing and spreading their disease, their rot and chancre But still I push... Onwards and upwards towards the promised light avoiding obstacles in my path I need sunshine, I need rain I need wind, and air to breathe to rid myself of this stale oxygen that poisons my system I push still, ever onward... It seems this journey takes not just a season, a winter still... As spring approaches I sense the light warmth from above I push on... and my reward is ahead of me Spring is here and the flowers bloom. |
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