But holds me down upon my knees
Upon the dirt, amongst the shoots
Hidden here within the trees
To weep so deep inside of war
To cry so loud outside of love
Till I become a river flow
Which into all other rivers go
If I could cry to water Spring
To wash each seed and whisper (grow!)
And thus become part of nurturing
So all the spring my heart could know
Through deepest soil my soul bestowed
If I could feel each shoot break free
I would feel the ice and snow
Recede into eternity
Peter Ledermann