Both And

I am part

Rising with the sun

Falling with the rain

Unfolding with the crocus

Waning with the moon

Dying with the leaves.

I am whole

Spreading light and heat

Weeping tears on hardpan ground

Holding lightly to beauty and hope

Contracting into darkness

Withering in despair before

Rising in hope once again.

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