Green thumbs, egg hands,
Coax the mystery to other lands-
What is left
But take to it once again?
The only thing I left there in your hands.
Like my father, before me,
And like those kids that tried to explore me-
Mother Earth
Takes it once again.
Mother Earth
She is a good
Only friend.
Leave your secrets browning in my tan.
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