Drizzles from the sky
Catch in my eye
It will burn in future time
The cogs are turning and the oil
Floating on the surface of a droplet
As an angel
Dances on the head of a needle

Recycling and renewable energy
Can save our souls
And Mother Earth
Before its too late

A bird cries out from the rooftops
A leaf falls drifting to the ground
A man stumbles on a cobblestone
A woman's throat makes a quiet sound

A dog chases a grey squirrel
The squirrel flees up a trunk
A man reverses into a cul de sac
His boot is full of junk

A postman whistles to himself
An old lady is baking buns
A child decides to be a philosopher
After wondering at the number of Suns

A light beam glances of a window
A boy stumbles temporarily blind
God on his cloud is smiling,
Look at all the joy you can find.

There were some birds all prancing round,
With tidy foot and fettered thigh,
Upon the grey and dusty ground,
Leaves blew round in wind's fair sigh.

The birds knew nought of deeds of men,
Who crawled through bush with rifle high,
Their thoughts were with the pretty wren,
Who went, the daffodils, right by.

I twist and squirm under
***** nails,
You will not reach me
In my titanium
I rock back and forth
But do not burst
I am the sought after
I am meaning