I shall not take a drop for granted
Of spring and summer rain.
Fertile trickling; the dirt exacted
Seep unto my veins.

Sweet hydration upon my soul
Marry minerals and life therein.
Remove the bane of fauna’s toll
Look to flora’s withered skin.

Seep unto my veins
Humble, aqueous divine.
Wash away disdain;
Birth me from decline.

I know not where the sun has fled,
Nor when it shall appear again.
I do not fear the wintry dread,
Blocking light from the ground I wed.

So seep unto my veins−
Dearest,
Sweet friend.

This salve runs deep
From my roots,
So steep−
I will bloom again.