Many crops have been sowed without fruition as we Reap the in between
Not having good Earth for the soil is barren now
And in the rush of a sudden downpour Blessing
The Root of a true beginning sprouts it’s nourishment
It knows the Sun will Rise upon its Flower on the morrow
It may only reach so far in the Beginning
Yet at the end of the day, only we know it’s Measure
Because we have reached out from it….