We are Earth
We are red rock
We’re what stars say in mid-night talks
We are wind
Elevation
Poignant, patient, punctuation
Fly sky, loud clouds
Crowns found
Why cry
We are fire
We are pow’rlines
We’re collaborators, and we’ll be fine
Inspiration Credit: Sage Student Schoolwork; Tiger R., age 10
Mighty, mighty Satellites
Together, we preserve the tide
We wax, we wane, though never fade
Our force detected through the day
We’re New, we’re Full, we’re Gravity
No Cloud obscures the Light we see
A pow’r couple, acting odd
We, dwellers in the City of God
Would you, dear Earth, leave me to be, as I dwell ‘neath your blanket of sky
To taste, unattached by these gravities here, of our galaxy’s fervent hope cry
Relentlessly tethered, I helplessly feel that I cannot know her secret tales
Unless you calm-quietly, wait as I seek, reach, and grasp the next galactic gale!
I see clearly now
These clouds are what they will be
And I am ageless
Free, we
We, this imperfect photograph
Seemingly
In which nobody
Wants to be
Warped by wisdom
Invested in love
Honoring any of Earth
Touched at their edges by angels
Apologetic or ever redeemed
As evidenced by this Alone
I took all the light in lieu
A select vessel
And with these, vanished to a sunnier place on high
I didn’t ask
Though it still pains me that no one put up a fight
There is more East now than ever before
Here, the Sunflowers turn their faces skyward
Earth and stars seem everywhere
The May-blooming Magnolia disappeared with me, too
Gracious, though
I left a single torch and White Tulips
For my shadow, who remains there, sometimes
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