Certainly as the furrow cleaves through pasturage wrenching out rhizome, disturbing stalk, preparing the field for resurrection- * Age as surely furrows through existence- in germination, bearing fruit, harvesting its bounty from a generation.
if you can dream; you can fly...if you are flying; you are dreaming.
Robert, Your rewrite is great, I remember the the "Time" poem which was also great, but this one dances as the message is relayed. May your holidays bring much happiness and inspiration to keep these poems flowing with such grace.
state of confusion