Thy roots run deep,
yet thou doth thirst --
thy foundation, once fertile soil,
...is now rocks and sand.
If thou hast ne'er moved,
why art thee not
lush with fruit from Spring's renewal?
-- Aye, 'tis because
thou hast ne'er moved!
A rich soil thou doth require,
but ye must work thy ground,
replacing that which hast gone dry.
The Planter of the harvest
shalt not leave thee in disarray,
but He knows thou must also wish to grow ~
come time for reaping,
He desires that thou be ready
...if not, He wilt cut away
that which hast died.
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