Children leave home
To make the world,
Sometimes they wonder
Why dreams unbidden come;
Memories of darkest green
Sunlight glinting
Like a million stars;
Warm air filled with rain
Cloistered and unrelenting;
The living static
On life’s channel.
Petal, leaf and grass
Remember this
in their quiet way;
Glancing up
As a great canopy
Slowly unfurls
To capture light;
Open yet closed
A porous roof
Of perfect symmetry.
Some chose to stay
And sing the songs,
Animals and insects
And myriad beings
Hiding in small places;
Lizards lounge,
Proud birds sail and soar
Doing their part
In the engine room
Of Earth.
We are the seeds
Sent out long ago
And planted
In the heart
Of the world;
The future beckons
And asks us
To keep it safe;
For in the end
We may be surprised
And be galaxies ourselves.
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