On your hold, I dance to the wind
on my drop, I hover to the wind.
On your hold, I bathe in the rain,
on my drop, I soak in the rain.
On your hold, I smile in green,
on my drop I cry in grey.
On your hold, I shine in sun,
on my drop I crack in sun.
Still I smile, as I know,
I hug the mud to nourish thy land,
and I am the feed for you to grow!
Very True. Good one :-)
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