You walked across this barren land
Of naked rock and empty skies,
Where nothing thrived in dead grey sand
And all around moaned wind's sad sighs,
But as you strolled, behind, unseen,
The air grew warm and life broke through,
So every footstep filled with green
And, spreading, second Eden grew.
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