Earthlings

Falling, Falling
All The Stars Falling
Snow Drops on noses
Symposium Calling

Lights reflection with glimmer
Upon the Land, Sprawling’s
Of angels, and the Airwaves
Cold like the Morning

Oh Journey rejoicing
With the voice of chorus
Bursting, ringing the ears
With Heaven’s door inviting
Our choices

Lights pour on through branches
Are turning, and the Red Orange
Land mixing with ashes wind stalling
Spiraling Leaf lets, upon wet dew
Thirst Yearning, Drinking the day
Like ounces installing our birthright
To all, each glory comforting bawling

Change is constant seasons transitioning too
Shifting and transforming, Like thoughts
In the wind we witness our birthing
Like a secret once told, overheard while
We were still crawling, we are overjoyed
To be reminded, it’s not just a Earth thing.

Christopher Baird 2012 ©