Though summer it went away dusty and hot
Has planted plenty of herbs of all kinds and all sorts
A chamomile, vervain, heather, licorice, trefoil
That were alone...
They were the cure...
The feelings blooming and fresh
The spring kids lilies of the valley
Abandoned in the way that
Millions were before them but
Really they all worth
To be loved so much more...
And when the winds of the North
Will come to kill them
They'd dry just to be a cure
In herbal tee... I
Would save them in the big pots
Till time of spring I
Would act as they did before
And as they did I
Would try to make so much more
Of my own living
And while
Gently gathering
Them for herbal tee
I'd take some feelings and memories
As much as they are abandoned and
Save them in clean jars
And be brave.
I'd dry the herbs
For someone who cares...
For someone who cares...
Drying herbs
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