When you begin to calculate
This beautiful natural world
No matter how much we love it
Can only be half of the equation
We're searching for an equal's sign
On the other side of which
We can imagine all manner of forces
Working under its invisible cloak
And it becomes so clear how much
Heaven needs the earth
To unravel its own becoming
What else are the seasons for
What need would we have of flowers
Left to our own devices
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