An Ode to Pluto
Pluto, I am at home in your depths, born of your mystery.
Spring dawns in my heart from your dark medicine, making the soil rich and pure.
Though I don't know it yet, flowers will bloom here and make gardens of me.
Pluto, I am at home in your depths, born of your mystery.
Spring dawns in my heart from your dark medicine, making the soil rich and pure.
Though I don't know it yet, flowers will bloom here and make gardens of me.