If you have been beaten by the sun
Always remember
Somewhere there is a spring
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Somewhere there is a spring
And in this life you must find it
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You may walk in lonely sadness,
Welcome it
For you have become delicate in your senses
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If wayward burls and rocks lie round cracked like skulls
It means you’ve entered the cathedral
And crickets will sing to your destiny
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Or maybe mushrooms and fern behold you, either way
you’re on the right track
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Other times, you see the frosty husk of the birch, dappled with sage colored lichen
Donning blackened tears in its flesh where husk and sapwood leave voids down to the pith, like a fresh heartache
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Or perhaps you grieve, still you must listen for her
The wild bushes of Maple’s leaves
Embodiments of chaos
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Or you walk a maze in life, so seek the Spruce
He stands tall with needles so damn green they’re blue
Follow the roots to water below
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At some springs, there may not be enough water
So you can’t build a home there
But you can return to pray
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If you find a bog or a faint trickle with still waters rejoice
The land has given you the gift of sight
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You are caked with dirt, and tired
You may have lost your way
Do not despair
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I tell you friend, somewhere nearby there is a spring
