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[doesntmatter]

planted are people
wanting rows for their seeds
entangle, upheaved the dirt
fire their leaves

there's one who wades through water waist deep
extinguishing these as he walks through the trees

planted are people
no rows for their seeds
grown between order and chaos it seems

entangled their branches
fire for leaves
not absent of presence
nor absent of grief

so one still wades through water waist deep
extinguishing things as he walks through the trees

 

[New]

Your cyclical metaphor is one I can relate to.