with the wind,
on fresh plowed land, fertile with the seeds of hope, restoration, and freedom
They dance...
Heads bent back palms out and up, those shades of Brown move to songs of evolution and promise...
Their cries of jubilation will be heard through the eardrums of generations to come...
Watch..
And behold the release of knowledge as he dances on and alongside his foundation....
Witness his desire to support their growth..
He bends and sways like the graceful tree
But never cracks..
He provides shade, OXYGEN and the ROOTS for his fertile land that lies underneath his sturdy limbs..
With the SON giving him light and guidance...his fertile land can stretch far and wide...
Into plantations of educated fruits that produce the like....
Behold...
These Brown figures are men..
Now slow the pace...
A sultry rhythm can be heard....
Hips grow wider..
Wombs..ground fertile
Here comes the rain...
Smoothe....
Nurturing rain...
Providing the necessary ingredient to keep the fresh plowed land alive.....
Rains heartbeat beats for all seeds that she waters.
Her soul....
Attached to the ROOTS of that tree....
Giving him life assistance...
Aiding him with maintaining that plantation of abundance....
Watch.
Her soulful moves are the wind...
Rain....
For these brown figures are women....
On fresh plowed land they dance on one accord....
No step is forgotten...
No beat missed....
Free together....they rely on one another for survival....
Watch
Behold....
Witness them disappear into the SON
for guidance....
The tree, his rain, and their seeds...
Witness
Testify
For on this day a family was born
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