the storm carved out a ditch which we filled with seeds and earth and a tree grew the storm carved out a ditch which we filled with seeds and earth and a tree grew to spread its branches over the place i m so glad for that storm the hole that the pain had formed gave us so much room to pour our love into i went to climb that tree now my clothes are stained with pitch it was worth it i went to climb that tree now my clothes are stained with pitch it was worth it to stretch my arms over that place