All the Roots Grow Deeper When It's Dry

Summer lasted a generation

A generation - and then the winter wind

The bounty harvest that seemed so endless

It seemed so endless until it gave what it could give



Prosperity will have its seasons

Even when it's here, it's going by

And when it's gone we pretend we know the reasons

And all the roots grow deeper when it's dry.



It looked so easy, we change the weather

We would turn this world ourselves our world so small

But slower rhythms - still unheard of

Said that every blessed summer someday has to fall

- David Wilcox
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