we rush
we run
we jump
we play
we say we are not animals

and how will we
describe ourselves?
if not animals
then what else?

they cry
they laugh
they sing
they dream
are we as different as we seem?

do they have words
to call themselves
not animals but
something else?

From time to time
From day to day
I see the world
In different ways

How different then
Must it be
From the perspective
That you see

How does the world look
Through your eyes?
I wish that I
Could read your mind

But it is hidden
In your head

I'll show my mind
To you instead

I am the sky
The world is my
Eye

Music they share
Singing they roam
Deep under the air
The sea is their home

Secrets they keep
Unknown in our lands
A song in the deep
The sea understands

a heavy stone
is lifted from
the loamy ground

a slender stem
tender and pale
first greets the wind

and rises slowly
to become
green with the Sun

Rainbow bird
Whirls and swirls in a vibrant
Typhoon of colour

My heart is dark
But my mind is
Bright lightning