When we were granted, the gravity, to this Earth;
And, the nurturing, of Mother Nature’s expression…
We were handed a place, in the grand kaleidoscope.
For our chance, at an evolutionary, galactic experience.
We were granted, our shot, to stand on this stage, at this time.
Where the seasons, come alive for us,
And, the city’s saturation changes.
We are scattered, like ants, on this sphere.
With the blessing, from the magic of mercury;
We get to take a stand on this sewn terrain.
In darkness, we are granted, direction from the fluorescent moonlight.
And, when the wind whistles, and the clouds cry,
We are granted puddles, to see our reflections.
On the days, when the sun becomes too much,
We are granted the gift of shade, to cool off.
We ARE multiple generational radio heads,
With the gift of channeling, each-others energy.
Like computerized software, we have the ability to store the data,
Of the World Wide Web.
With it, we are given twenty four hours a day,
To awaken our souls essence, and raise the universe.
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