I hope I'm not too late. I worry that I am.

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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