From the album Without, Within

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copyright 2017 by Kendra Swanson
written on commission for the Figge Art Museum, Davenport, IA.

Lyrics

A tree is a mother with babies born
down by the river, by rock and thorn
Nobody knows of the comin' storm
Seeds gotta grow tomorrow morn

Catch me if you can, wind and rain
I'm safe in the cradle my mother made
My brother and sister have come the same
Seeds gotta grow another day

Wait for the rain, oh bless my soul
A mother says what a mother knows
"You don't reap everything you sow
Sometimes you just let it grow"