Through the Rocks


Through the rocks came a plant.
From the ashes we will rise, no one can tell us that we can't.
Loving all things is the key to this I do chant.
Like making a home for food we share with an ant.
Or by staying cool in the summer with water, allowing a dog to pant.
So when we decay or our ashes go back into the ground.
Maybe we will come back through the rocks like a plant.

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