I'm back in the world Where nothing makes sense Except this existence In past/future tense In utopian Andes I see ancient temples The Inka my children Move mountains to meet you Build cities to greet you Like Yavin 4 Rivendell Fairy tales come true For Shangri La lenses Through which I have seen through Become the cascading And fuego throat truth spew Of my stoic peaks Where too much green to see blue Is wild and thriving In time is the essence The stench of surviving The sweet effervescence My love evanescent All relative bliss In a world luminescent A powerful cleansing Of flowerful jungles And showers replenishing Buzzing bee bumbles Who ride like the winds As they uplift my wings In a chorus of eagles To harpyist strings Yes indeed we're a breed That is rare and in need Of a high elevation To teach and to lead To share and to spread Every bountiful seed We are young and incredibly gifted and freed By the journeys we take To mortality's edge Then we leap from the faith Of a bungee jump ledge For these trips into falls Are immortal in dreams So sublime and surreal In our consciousness streams As we turn up the offspring The life here it teems And we are the Mother Earth's Ends to the means The rust in the gears Of deforest machines Who dare cut us down From the summits we've reached When transcending the limits Of Heavens we've breached