Who am I? --- An open field, of flowing grain.
Waiting to be pulled,
up from the earth, to be waved by the moon.

So why maintain, against the dark?
You are the hope.
so be in time, in this divine.
that rocks the earth, and moon.



Enthralled, you and me.
Brother and Sister,
Wild and Free.

We touch, and hold,
for in warmth is told,

Play of
Body, and bliss,
a bond of old.

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