Chariots


The flowers grow tall and bright
While others wither away in the dark
The axis spins in different directions
With God’s hands connected to the spine
Listen O’ thy young and thy old
We all get a little lost sometimes
The axis calls out for feelings
Emotion overpowers knowledge
The birds sing from dawn to dusk
Not knowing a single note of music
Still, the Earth sings wildly
Despite the odds, she makes loud symphonies
Riding the chariots out of youth
Adulthood steals the childhood wonder
The one lost and un-granted
Is the one to start blooming years later
The innocence of wonder makes great adventures
Sugar, spice, and everything nice
But don’t forget the mind, heart, body, and soul on the Earth’s axis either

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