Whereas the motive
Of a wave is resilient
Whether made of the sea,
Of men, or blades of grass
A leaf may be torn,
Burned, salted,
Or polluted
Starving the plant,
Wilting the flower,
Retracting the roots
If you look under your tire
Between rubber and gravel and oil and mud
You'll see the crushed germ
With a field behind you
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