Plunk
Plink plunk
Plunk plink plinkity plinkty
plunk
Initially
The dust recoils
Then subsumes, taking in, thirsting
The Buffalo Grass
Tentatively lifts spiritless blades
Seeking, striving, struggling
Unfurling all its being
To the Life-Giver, it's Savior
While Meadowlarks
Twist through the air
Not yet seeking shelter.
It rains
on the prairie.
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