They are waiting
They are waiting in winter
They are warming
They are warming whiskers
They are fuming
They are fuming to feed fire
They are farming
They are farming fathoms
They are wired
They are wired by whistles
They are trembling
They are trembling by tremors
They are teething
They are teaming with tissues
They are beaming
They are beaming with bravery
They are the seeds of tomorrow
They are the seers of tomorrow
