Water

Now it’s time to talk about

the things before our eyes.

From laughing worms to weather veins.

Of fire Earth and sky.

 

From here to there as far as time

can be or so it’s said.

To where the graveyard meets the rabbit.

A time when all is dead.

 

A time when all is dead.

But then, life oozes from the grave.

Refills our hearts and minds with blood,

sets our feet back on the stage.

 

Where we listen, smell and feel,

before we open up our eyes.

To claim the things before us,

like the fire Earth and sky.

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