See them blooming and withering with the weather.
See them wither and bloom, bloom and wither.
See them one by one or in clumps in the heather.
See them caught and freed in the flow of the river.
See them curse and petition the giver.
See them grand and boisterous, see them meager, slight.
See them lavish their tables, see them sparing, mean.
See them preparing to love and to fight.
See them placing (and drinking!) their tees on the green.
See them lengthen their shadows, see them shed their girth.
See them letter, number their wills, their deeds.
See them wander away from and back to the earth.
See them cutting their stalks, see them spreading their seeds.
See them bloom and wither, wither and bloom.
See them carry their trays in and out of the tomb.
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