Gentle blades of grass
Grows up.
From the deep earth a tree
Grows up
From seeds the vegetable
Grows up.
From the many wombs of nature an infant
Grows up.

From the wounded spirit
From the troubled mind
From the heavy heart
From the warfares of life
Arise my brother
Arise my sister
Arise, Arise
Arise and Grow Up.

Cecelia Weir

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