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We lost the woods behind the mill
The ground was bare and very still
We saved the seeds from concrete floor
And scattered them where soil is poor
We watched the rain and morning sun
The tiny green had just begun
We felt the ground come alive
The buried seeds began to strive
Seedlings pushing through the gray
The old field has found its way
Our roots are deeper than before
We carry spring within our core
Seedlings pushing through the gray
The old field has found its way
The green is blooming in my chest
The feeling says we are all blessed
We watched the rain and morning sun
The tiny green had just begun
We felt the ground come alive
The buried seeds began to strive
Seedlings pushing through the gray
The old field has found its way
Our roots are deeper than before
We carry spring within our core
Seedlings pushing through the gray
The old field has found its way
The green is blooming in my chest
The feeling says we are all blessed
