cool sounds that we hear
echoing through underpass
mark of our passing
here when we are here
gone when we are gone
cool sounds that we hear
echoing through underpass
mark of our passing
here when we are here
gone when we are gone
new life puts forth shoots
in small gaps between concrete
where wind scattered seeds
yet what was bought and planted
struggle and wither away
stars, planets, and moons
can’t move without affecting
the course of others
so it is with human spheres
families : nations : Planet
hanging on to fence
here now but will be gone soon
fall off or dry out?
does it really matter which?
least of all which side of fence
summer or winter
light or darkness; black or white
accident of birth
learning to see both – wisdom
empathizing with both – love