Teasing the growing season is ceasing our birth, let pleasing breezes be the reason the peaches will teach us what it's worth, bleeding seeds are displeasing to work, and damaged branches puts the chances of stances enhancing plants to thirst, the present curse makes the future worse, to counter first brought a search to a Earth that had been dispersed, but it's silence means it never worked, so then again we tease, what has never had a chance to breathe.