To hunt upon
To fish its streams
To dream in
Lift
Your hand
And hold it out
Palm up
Let the rain
Collect there
In the cup
Formed
By the sky
Embraced in
Thunderheads of
Roiling clouds
Let the rain
Dribble through
Your fingers
And fall
To the ground
At your feet
Walking across
This sacred
Land
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