Beneath, Yet Among, The Gray Wave

Why would I run away from the gray wave

Of droplets coming to nourish the Earth

I’d be happy if this became my grave

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Dark clouds, wind and water are what I crave

And with tickling green grass, this is my mirth

Why would I run away from the gray wave

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But it’s tainted, so they flee to their cave

Because they think it no longer has worth

I’d be happy if this became my grave

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Despite polluting the vast sky’s enclave

It endures to begin the world’s rebirth

Why would I run away from the gray wave

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Are you inspired, or hiding in your cave

From something beautiful with endless worth

I’d be happy if this became my grave

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If you think the gloomy “acid” depraves

You don’t have to let it enter your girth

Why would I run away from the gray wave

I’d be happy if this became my grave