Result:
Deep, endless wells consume you
It is always what they see first
Or so they say
But it's probably my
Wawa tree branches that grow wild
From my mind
Let your fingers climb through them
Kiss my molasses pit
On your descent
To my foundation
Nestle your cheek inside the valley
Of my rolling hills
Land atop fertile grounds
That bring forth fruit
Feel free to roam these great plains
Until your eyes weigh heavy
With freedom
Feel the wind blowing from above
As my grounds expand and contract again
Breathing
Monophonically
The winds hum melodies
Dig into my grounds
Discover the dust that birthed nations
Where God planted
Life seeds
Where the sun bleeds its
Rays of beauty
See my two overgrown roots
That keep me standing
At times they get tired
Carrying the world's load
Bringing forth all life
Yea
It gets tiring
But they will never fail
With the help of your nourishment
Don't neglect my roots
They need you
Me
I stand strong and tall
And I still need you
