You search the spring rain
For a message. Within its
Cadence, the singing
Of bluebirds and cardinals.
Like the water that runs
From the gutter to the drain
And from the sewer to the sea,
Despite your narrow course,
You are free. And like the daffodil
Whose roots are firmly planted
In the earth, the crux of your being
Shimmers.
In the spring rain, there is a message:
Be free of your exile.
Make the Earth your home.
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