If you see a cloud of dirt splash up from
the earth, please know that a fresh breeze passed through,
with a humid air and a gentle drum,
wafting fresh vigor over plants anew:
Please know that this wind is my hasty verse,
steeped in the dewy essence of chaos,
but as its direction and force traverse
the wastelands of past stagnation and loss,
Please know a special thing seems to occur,
and the seeds of life began to repeal
the miscreant deeds of decades before,
and beneath the raised sands bruised fruits repeel:
Please know that this fruit is this simple song;
I hope it sounds nice as you sing along.