The rain/
Has music/
Listen for it/
The crescendo/
Refrain/
Cymbal crash/
Of life/
The dream of/
Fresh water/
The symphony/
Of the never ending/
Recycling/
Of grace

We vote at the behest
Of ancestors who dreamed
Woke up
Put on their traveling suits
To freedom
We are further along
Than it may seem
Change you see is discontinuous
Jagged
Stop and go
So you weary traveler
You ‘buked and scorned brave girl
You sons in Lazarus entombment
have to put on the traveling suit
Of courage
And ride children
Ride

An alignment
Of celestial bodies
Over ancient pyramids
That
Only happens every
Two thousand and some
Three hundred and seventy three years
Happened yesterday
Did it fill the mind sky to remind us
How small we really are
Or to harbinger be
Of evolution
Resurrected
For myriad generations
Aborning