To you in a vast blizzard
If you don't mind the dirt
I'm sending a clump of new grass
Dug from my desert yard
But only if you send me
Some of the crystal
Silence you'll be rich with
And a strand of that blue
Morning after the chaos
Settles over the lake
Speechless of course you'll be
As Simeon having seen
This green falling from heaven
And rising from the earth
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