Let wandering sassafras roam the garden
let Beauty meander where it will
overtopping staid intentions
for what should
be.
Let autumn's asters reseed with abandon
let Wisdom blow across the land
scattered as by a breath
to barren places
lacking life.
Let rivers rise across the floodplain
let Truth be carried by the current
deposited as fertile silt
rejuvenating weary
minds.
Let rain patter gently on all the lands
let Love soak into thirsty ground
softening arid soils and souls
becoming part of all
that is.
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