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Scout on Mothers/ The Winds

  She gives her breath to make life in the air Trees envy the power only they sought to hold   I watch as she scorches and yells And through her eyes, I can almost see a drought   What she has squeezed from her own toil Is resting unused in my soul   What have I given her back, she questions Yet I know I didn’t ask for this responsibility   She suffers without the pain of approval I birth to follow in the amenities of pain   I gift my new presents what I was once given They follow in our cycle of remorse