Sirach

We’re a tree,
We’re the soil,
We’re the buds, we’re the thorn’s,
We’re the stem,
We’re the skin,
We’re chlorophyll,
We’re the overcast,
We’re the element,
We’re the idea,
We’re the doubt
We’re the faith.

We’re your look to your left,
And the look to the right.
We’re the streets you cross,
We’re the streets you might.
We’re the rain,
We’re the sunshine.
We’re the paint,
We’re the prime.
We’re the nuts,
We’re the bolts.
We’re the reluctant,
We’re the jokes.

We’re the miasma,
We’re the amoeba,
We’re the spirit,
We’re the science,
We’re the trying,
We’re the trying,
We’re the triumph,
We’re the forfeit,
We’re the try.
We’re the rain,
We’re the plain,
We’re the flame,
We’re the wind,
We’re in.

We’re nickels and dimes
We’re not yours and mines.
We’re doing it right under your noses,
Were doing it from the shadows when you think we’re sleeping at night.
You’re just a rock.

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