yeah, you're rising,
mountainous islands,
waiting for conquerors to overthrow you
waiting for farmers to abuse you,
plant these seeds into your flesh,
grow grains, hemp, plants with no berries.
rising mountains, rising islands,
are you just like me?
would you sit for an eternity
waiting for the right bees
to pollinate your flowers on your sacred, lovely trees?
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