As we did intrude stalwart, securing the role of wishful wonder
Wondering, "How many wishes could we make tonight?"
In Creation's swell totality
My ears befriended a chorus of raindrops - playing a violent hum upon the base, in magnificent armies
To bode the nourishment of her forever garden, planted in Father's line of sight - and heart
For my own thumbs were never too green
Her spirit never too washed
I could wish millions of flowers unto the Earth - my one last mesage to those fallen, just above
But I've heard and I've learned
Wishes only come to life - when the rain falls again and again, tonight

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