Broken and thrown out. in the soil i laid waiting on anything, a bird of the air to eat me.. and maybe break me down, but the sun shone, there was no birds that day, there was no rains, only the scorching sun, and the ground beneath me with no life. till i heard them, they spoke in languages i could understand, their words were melodic. they told their stories in their voices,.. then the skies opened up, the rains came, the ground gave way, i was planted....