Promise #1

I am an ocean of what you need,

And you couldn’t drink me up if you tried.

I will flood your dry places with rain;

I will grow there like a forest,

Green in your lonely desert.

Take shelter beneath my leaves

And rest in my shade at noon.

Our garden will give you lungs

For new breath.

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