The stars are above.

The earth is below.

The rain is a present.

The sun is a show.



The moon is a treasure.

The dirt is engaging.

The water is plenty.

The air is stimulating .



The wind is strong.

The living is a circus.

The dead is six deep.

And yet the gravity refutes us.

There are tragedies,
to die alone,
to be unknown to family,
to be unloved,
to be unloved by the very one
that knows you best,
to die loathing self.