a clod of earth (#1171)

(an instance of Generic Scripted Object made by Marcus)

     A dark black clod of soil. It might sing, if you played with it.

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After a moment, something begins to happen...
     
      There is a story tells
      of a power of the air, bright
      power of stars and starlight,
      stepping down to stride the hills
      and strew them
      with st a r
      s e e d s
      scattering star-corn across the soil to grow,
      giving earth her need,
      granting earth to bear bounty below.
     
      Oh imagining ourselves children
      of one like this,
      Earth,
      on your length we lie.
      Born from your desires
      that we might touch the stars
      imagining we are of their stuff.
      Our stuff and substance might be from starry skies.
     
      In that you are stars.
      Earth, we were born of your cascading
      the seeds we find in fruits of your dreaming.