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A stream remembers the mountain it came from
When it saw the world from up high

Clouds remember the drops
A backwards rain the eyes cant see, the winds shaped them
and they where carried along to see the world

A seed remembers the dark soil that nurtured it while it dreamed of light, now it stretches out its hands towards the sun

I did not forget you
Like fire returning everything to dust
All of them will return again, from where they came
To be brought low from their heights and be lifted up from its lowliness
Everything in its time

im working on something for you, it has to be good though, writing is hard