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Slowly, but with an inevitable dread, he slowed and slowed 'till he could go no further, and paused, his eyes rolling back in his head, tongue hanging out, wiped dry by the heat of a blazing sun whose heat was one none could conquer but itself; dropped to his knees, wavering a [[moment]], then falling with a lonely breeze.  

Slowly, but with an inevitable dread, he slowed and slowed 'till he could go no further, and paused, his eyes rolling back in his head, tongue hanging out, wiped dry by the heat of a blazing sun whose heat was one none could conquer but itself; dropped to his knees, wavering a [[moment]], then falling with a lonely breeze.  

The gardener had lost all, lost even himself by now. His fingers were the only thing left struggling, digging in a ground of sand that only filled itself again. He began to cry with the loss of his lost prize. The tears that lit paths down his face never reached his tongue that had stretched itself out beyond reach for simply something wet. The [[Sun]] absorbed all the tears he had with its reciprocal raging heat 'till finally the Gardener knew he had nothing left except his rejected seed he had given only his scorn, so he knew the seed would never be. When he thought this, he passed away as the wind blew smacking sand in his face.

The gardener had lost all, lost even himself by now. His fingers were the only thing left struggling, digging in a ground of sand that only filled itself again. He began to cry with the loss of his lost prize. The tears that lit paths down his face never reached his tongue that had stretched itself out beyond reach for simply something wet. The Sun absorbed all the tears he had with its reciprocal raging heat 'till finally the Gardener knew he had nothing left except his rejected seed he had given only his scorn, so he knew the seed would never be. When he thought this, he passed away as the wind blew smacking sand in his face.

Now, here I am, the tiny outcast seed, thrown into the desert by my Gardener who didn't want me to grow, wondering why the pains I have are here; there should be nothing at all. Can I grow without a Gardener, can I grow without water from the sea and sky, without the soil my brothers grew in; oh, how can I grow?

Now, here I am, the tiny outcast seed, thrown into the desert by my Gardener who didn't want me to grow, wondering why the pains I have are here; there should be nothing at all. Can I grow without a Gardener, can I grow without water from the sea and sky, without the soil my brothers grew in; oh, how can I grow?

Then I cannot help but grow and face the wind that carves the stone for these winds shall be as a Father to my seeds, carrying them to wherever his driving hand may set them down again. I cannot help it, I shall be; be free even in the shifting seas of the desert sands.

Then I cannot help but grow and face the wind that carves the stone for these winds shall be as a Father to my seeds, carrying them to wherever his driving hand may set them down again. I cannot help it, I shall be; be free even in the shifting seas of the desert sands.

Yes, my blossoms shall shoot as starburst in reply to the deadly kiss of the dancing sunbeams!

Yes, my blossoms shall shoot as starburst in reply to the deadly kiss of the dancing [[light|sunbeams]]!

[[Category: Languages and Literature]]

[[Category: Languages and Literature]]