Three.

when we let the earth be

From subway tunnels shall flow a stream
fish that swim within

the jaded vines will flourish up
Through the scaffolding of the broadcast towers

roads will crumble to purple flowers
that children whom worries refract

will weave between their little fingers
Our resilient bees within the hive

Onward to pollinate and thrive
the breeze teasing at the grass

their ghosts will touch our faces
and all the while shall our hearts be

Home within the sprouting trees

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