Withering is no longer eerie
It is a part of the revolution
Eye-catching buds quake
Tossing and turning in bits
Soil receives it with a giggle
And as the bees wail
The sunflower reassures
I will rise again
Leaves turning crisp
Yellow Leaves falling in fall
Breeze blowing
Fragile leaves plummeting
And as the soil mocks the intimacy
The deciduous tree whistles
Through the gleeful wind
It will rise again
Gathered up in scuds
Caged waters breaking away
Winds blowing
Chill shiver and teeth grinding
And as the land mocks
The fallen tears of the distant sky
The flowing water pets
You will rise again
Life situations do shake us
Stones and bones thrown
Pellets and bullets fired
We lost where others won
And some walked over us
But with such resilience
Let us smile through that and say
We will rise again
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