We are the children of earth, air, fire and water.
Of temperate pasts and violent storms,


We are the children of here and now
Standing against the tide as one,
With frosted halos and interlocked hearts.

We are the cosmic dust across the sky
And the morning dew upon the leaves.
We are the soil beneath your feet,
Of seeds, flowers, and ancient trees.

We are the wonders under the same mother,
Spawned from the depths of lust and madness,
Flaws stitched with good intentions,
Made with love, radiating light,
And torn by the shackles of our selflessness.

We are the quiet and lonely wolves that howl
Into the blackened out sky waiting for the sun
To kiss the sparkling moon goodbye.

We are the warrior children of the tribe,
of indigo, rainbow, and light
Emanating peace & joy until we are
Once again reunited with the sky.