I can feel it in the air
I can see it in the sky
I feel it in the wind rushing through my hair
I can see it in the leaves
rustling in the trees
I know your all around me
I can feel it with my toes in the grass
I see you in the sky above as helpless clouds float past
your not a pot, you made the clay
and with our dirt and cracks so unworthy
you still mend and value the unwanted
you found the lost and bring to life to the dead
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