Through the Burrow

Through the burrow, round and round, my burrow, their burrow, our burrow. Through the burrow, round and round, no change as I go below and above the barren ground, until I recognize the soft pitter-patter of the everlasting rain.

This is a poem I wrote about change. You should be able to adapt to the pitter-patter of rain, that's the change. I hope this is one of the most important lessons in life.