“Mow me”

Mow me God

Once with the wheat

But, let me God

To be my own lord.

Mow me God

Once with the wind

But, let me God

To speak my mind

Mow me God

Once with the thought

Of kneeling

And encroaching my own word

Mow me God

Once with the fir

But, let me God

To defeat my foe

Mow me God

Once with the grass

But, let me God

To drink my poison