You Never Know


When I throw my words to the wind
He nudges the mountain, sniggers and turns away

When I thread my hope through the heart of the soil
He shows fallow face, turns a furrowed field grey

When I send my thoughts to the sky, she cries
And her teardrops drown a thousand tribes

When I sew my soul to the sea
She knows, and her minions move a million scribes




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