Such love does the sky now pour, that whenever I stand in a field, I have to wring out the light when I get home...

Do they have different needs ?

Some seeds beneath the earth
are dormant.

they fell the last  time the cool air
turned the leaves gold.

Those seeds have different needs
than we do;
let them go about their life
completely unharmed by
your views.

We have cracked open,
we sensed
even beneath the earth---
the holy was near,
and are reaching up to know
and claim light
as our self...

Do you understand ?
If not please let me know,
and I will explain...