O season of bloom
What manner of transformation do you seek?
Your concealing actions
In these cloud swept skies
Speaks to deception
My Lord
As your humble servant
I beg of you
To please return
To your former constitution
Which bringeth not only I
But the beasts of burden
And all the buzzing creatures
Plus the wondrous soaring birds
Swooping in like rabble-rousers
To a long lost love!
Hear our cries
O Season Of Hope
And bring forth your Glory
Your Manifest Destiny
To bring life and sustenance
To us all
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