Roots cracking
the cold cold ground.
Branches breaking through
the quiet sky and I
find myself standing
on a field of clouds.
Would you believe
they come from the sound
of the oceans deep down?
Let them play.
Let me rain.
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Roots cracking
the cold cold ground.
Branches breaking through
the quiet sky and I
find myself standing
on a field of clouds.
Would you believe
they come from the sound
of the oceans deep down?
Let them play.
Let me rain.