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I watched the grain fall from my hand,

A present from a distant land,

It settled within the dusty ground,

A little grave, it's place now found,

I watered it each day with tears,

Upon my knees throughout these years,

Each lonely day, another ache,

Another sorrow, my heart did break,

Yet that little shoot stood tall,

Throughout the winter, and the fall,

Battered by the winds and storm,

We both were weak, both so torn,

But the shoot that I did sow,

Began to mature, began to grow,

I tended each and every leaf,

As it sheltered my heart beneath,

That little gift grew strong and true,

I'd rest against it, that you knew,

I'd share my fears and my hearts pain,

I felt such comfort, from one tiny grain,

It grew for me, and I in turn,

I began to understand, began to learn,

And the branches began to spread,

The canopy grew above my head,

The shelter from the wind and rain,

I know I'd found my place again,

And my heart eventually flew,

That tree I made was simply you.