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The smoldering sward of pastures old Brings in the fertile soil and new molds, As the later ones break from the scorching heat Mistakenly buried in a field of peat. Seeds found; and brushed gently As a result of the burning melody. Clouds form and let loose with rain Nourishing the turf; once in pain. Now the weeds dig in; stopping the earth from eroding And start nourishing; plant life exploding With a plethora of vegetation and trees begin to grow Imploding the roots bestow A foundation of the greatest depth So grim becomes a favorable net And finally ones meadow cannot be windswept So one can take a seat and be content.