

Turn and GrowTurn and grow The ice melts and the streams race to the bottom All inevitably merging to one Slow down rapid rivers! What are you running to? Flowing streams of consciousness Desperately amalgamateTurn and Grow
Green smothers the land Divine light spurts from the soils Flowers burst into existence With burning colors begging for attention Coveting light and longing to be basted By plummeting heavenly juices
But for what? Intrinsic beauty is indisputable Subtle power is undeniable Innumerable expressions of grace Feed the leeches of the lands
Vedanta Sun
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