- But I see the dawn yonder,
- Across the vast expanse
- Of rich green grass,
- So with joy I prance; I dance
- The soil caked on my toes
- Sit stubborn from the long hours we toiled;
- The gleam on the grass blades
- Come from rain that blew these lands over;
- Once lightning, then thunder
- But today- the skies sit sober
- From under the veil of dark nights
- The moon peaks hesitantly,
- The sun will be up now,
- Any second now, yes now; or now
- Oh! there I spot a metaphor
- And here too; a personification
- Have I learned now and learned enough
- To be a master of my own creation?
- Who I? not I! of course not, Sire,
- I’ve touched but the tip of this iceberg
- It’s yum (ah right!)
- As are all things pleasant;
- With the world left to learn of
- And with time, which as you know, this time,
- It’s bound by the shackles of finiteness,
- We weep, we woe, we whine
- And it passes, passes us by:
- I scurry along these unknown lands, exploring
- Do I have a map, you ask?
- – of crooked paths;
- And are they safe for me?
- – perhaps they’re not;
- But have I the strength,
- Have I the courage
- To turn every stone along the way?
- – for my people grant me so; I do
- But need I remind you
- That for days, no; weeks, no; months, really,
- Each moment has built,
- On top of one another,
- With the one ahead of us only closer
- Than the one we let go of in each instant
- And ah, just yet- the sun,
- It’s out now, indeed, and that’s my cue;
- I shan’t forget these lands, long night,
- For its mud, the darkness flow deep within
- At last I’m off then,
- Goodbye, kind Earth.