You beg unbind us. You beg set me free. 

Unbound, you lay open, fanning apart,

as you once lay spread in the field. 

Your oaty sweetness begs loose me. 

One leaf at a time, held like a baby

in my left arm, I loose you, cover scattered seed

to hold the moisture in. You will return to the earth,

you will return to the soil, you will know yourself

again. One leaf at a time, my baby, you will know

the sprouting clover and shelter it into life.

The rain, come to settle you, won’t hurt. The rain,

uniting life giving water and sunshine and blessings,

will also unbind you and set you free. O my child.