my mind is scattered through the trees
my thoughts spread out like leaves
we are tiny specks of stardust
so where can we place our trust
you respond, thus:
amidst the cement and rust
if we want to turn it all around
we must only cast our gaze
upon the holy ground
its in the seeds, of course
they are our inheritance
on this sacred earth
the wisdom in the soil
the reason why we’ve toiled
for centuries
is to become like tiny seeds
and when planted on our knees
they deliver us to our destiny
destined to believe
in the goodness of deeds
if forever we plant
the medicines we need
then the tides of enlightenment
are already flooding the horizon
control your appetite
become the flight of eagles
remove the mindless tyrants
from their idle towers
all your feathers were forgotten
on the barren shores of eden
yet its always been the same
that some earth angels remain
who are faithful to your beauty
and sensitive to your pain