by Eloise Greenfield

    In the land

    of words，

    I stand as still

    as a tree，

    and let the words

    rain down on me.

    Come， rain， bring

    your knowledge and your

    music.   Sing

    while I grow green

    and full.

    I'll stand as still

    as a tree，

    and let your blessings

    fall on me.