Nothing demotivates the soul
Like safety
Keeping you from the wind beneath your feet
The wings beneath your shoulders felt
Just as weeds, the weeds, grow ever still
In their moving way they never break
And our human plot of life is to take
Our hands to the earth in constant misery
Knowing that all things will grow
Both around us and through
All things inevitably will come due

And the earth will continue on, probably long after me
Spinning