Drifting in the crisp
Autumn air, it gently falls
from life and color
To an earthly resting place.
Buried with the summer sun.

Light shines,
beautiful, bright;
surpassing the darkness
and reaching towards the grasp of heaven.
God's hands.

We wade in the tidal pools of fright,
Fearing the waves that kiss the sky,
Wanting the shield of celestial light.

We dream of sailors and of their might,
Of waterfalls, flowing high.
We wade in tidal pools of fright.

We dance in the rain of an autumn night
That chills, then passes by,
Wanting the shield of celestial light.

We admire the fish and their admiral plight,
Where others are grounded, they venture to fly.
We wade in tidal pools of fright.

We touch our lips to fear as we struggle and fight,
Our bodies tell us to swallow and in vain, we try.
Wanting the shield of celestial light.

We leave the sea with desert in sight,
Pack our things and wave goodbye.
We wade in tidal pools of fright,
Wanting the shield of celestial light.

Defying Divinity

Filled with buoyant helium,
Our world flies above the rest.
Swirling blues and greens,
Clouded by patches of white.

Tied of by our creator,
The world still wonders
What being has that power.
No one will ever know.

Everyday,
We step around each other,
Fearing collision for the safety of our planet.
For the safety of ourselves.

With the stroke of a sharpie,
Skyscrapers are built,
New rivers are drawn.

There may be an illusion of control,
But when it was created,
Our buoyant world was bumped.
It keeps floating in the breezeless atmosphere,
Forever in the same direction.

The swirling blue and green,
Are slowly transforming to brown.
The divine tie,
Is coming undone.

As we attempt to step around each other,
Our paths collide even more
And our leaders persistently attempt,
To erase the celestial pen.

These many troubles lead of conflict.
To guns and battles,
Harsh words and poisoned societies.

As we collide and fight and destroy,
We lose sight of our planets delicacy.
One misplaced bullet and
POP! It’s all gone.