We sleep through the summers
So we can be awake in the winters
Our dreams are like springs and falls
Wind and rain remembered visitors
When the snow covers us all
And we wake up in the middle of the earth
In the mineral light of our souls
Where the seeds are stirring
Having buried the sun
We want to be there
At the very beginning
Where life enters matter
And matter gives up its life
We long to lend a hand
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