I've been crying for so long
when no one sees,
Sneaking out to see the moon
when you are fast asleep.
What you don't know won't hurt you,
provided that someday
I tell you when you're older--
but why not say today?
I don't know if I'll see tomorrow
Every night's a leap of faith
But I have ways of storing sun
and saving it for rainy days.
Words are seeds of knowledge
we trust onto the breeze,
We don't know if they'll be dandelions
or collard greens or trees.
And does it even matter?
I can't say that it does;
as long as we've got all nine parts,
we know the great Because.
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