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 I'm not  a wild flower
I'm not a hillside meadow,
I'm  nothing more than
 dormant grass hiding 
in a  rocky mountain's shadow.
Lifeless at the edges,
Evergreen turned brown,
stepped upon by  footsteps
from the villian of the town.

The summer is too long
The summer is too dry,
Where is the green keeper 
Where are the grazing pastures
Where is the early red flamed sky?

 Come to me
Sweet first October rain
Come to me
with spuming bubbles of champagne,
Sprinkle softly against my ear,
every lettter of your name.

Come to me,
Give me back the sparkle,
Cover me with glitter,
Do not let me die!
Do not let me wither!

Bring me back to life,
Wash me over with your 
musky and earthy smell,
Wrap me in a blanket
of fluffed polar silver pearl.

Come to me
Sweet first October rain,
Let me bathe in gentle waters,
Let me soak,let me grow stronger,
 in the outpour of your claim.

I'm not a wild flower
I'm not a hillside meadow
I am  nothing more
than dormant grass hiding
in a mountain's shadow.

Come to me
Sweet first October rain,
Splash me green and greener,
Drizzle fresh drops on my pain.
Come to me
Sweet first October rain
Come to me
with spuming bubbles of champagne,
Sprinkle softly against my ear
every letter of my name.

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