Mother Earth is calling us home. Let that call be a family reunion, not a funeral.
Back to Me
Sow little
A tension
As I feed
The globe
In circling awe
You whack me
I grow deeper roots
You withhold water
I grow deeper roots
Weed due better
Not growing in a straight line
Watch
The timeless
As the people go buy
And bark out
Their desolate order
In efface of our deeper nature
Traded for minute portions
Wile overlooking
Endless seconds
And passels of eternity
Come homme
Back to me
