The wandering plains,
meandering hills,
seem so forlorn,
as they bear their gift
The caves,
the womb of rebirth.
What seems so dismal
gives rise to a new everlasting.
When the shattered girl enters
her frightening new school
the spirits of nature
sing to her soul
and she emerges
a free babe undeterred,
and a newcomer enters the womb.
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