ears
listen to the music
Maybe one day, a song will grow,
A song that one can’t hear.
For listen to the burning sun
The sun that fuels
is the same sun that burns.
Warmth stops not the plant from growth
and neither does the cold.
What one must look out for instead
is the eerie cry of what’s not.
Look down into the soil you take
the soil that sheds no tear.
It is in there that the secret lies
for tried has it no many lives
to densify its fear
A fear of what not lies up there
a fear of other plants growing away
they steal the sun, they steal the soil!
and only water remains.
And the water is not salt nor rain
the water is for you instead.
