It only has to start as a little seed 
  hidden within
Mixed with a quiet rain and a 
  small amount of sun
Being present to its shine
  listening deeply
Within the ground where worms
  work tunnels dug
All to bring air and life from deep
  within the walls
If that were too rigid nothing can
  grow, no air or nourishment
Nothing to encourage the roots 
  to hold and take
Abide and listen to the still small
  voice and throw
Down the walls inhibiting loves 
  rough movement in sorrow
Allow the diverse world to teem
  airing out the old
Making tunnels for the new fresh
  air of life, Spirit move