when it's dry...
blockdog
location: Land of Confusion
listening to: Jeff Black - Honey & Salt
registered: 2004.04.04
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Summer lasted a generation...
a generation, and then the winter winds.
A bounty harvest.
It seemed so endless until it gave what it could give.
Prosperity will have it's season.
Even when it's here, it's going by.
And when it's gone we pretend we know the reason.
But all the roots grow deeper when it's dry.
It looked so easy. We changed the weather.
We would turn this world ourselves, our world, so small.
But slower rhythms still unheard of
said that every blessed summer
someday has to fall..... -david wilcox
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Summer lasted a generation...
a generation, and then the winter winds.
A bounty harvest.
It seemed so endless until it gave what it could give.
Prosperity will have it's season.
Even when it's here, it's going by.
And when it's gone we pretend we know the reason.
But all the roots grow deeper when it's dry.
It looked so easy. We changed the weather.
We would turn this world ourselves, our world, so small.
But slower rhythms still unheard of
said that every blessed summer
someday has to fall..... -david wilcox
