Leaves fall, and left to the Earth’s whimsy.

Begin anew like language to a child.

In the tunnels below society sustains together,

The sun long since blurring life with death.

In the refresh we grow closer, turning to each other,

For comfort, we intertwine like weeds running up a post,

Savoring touch, rejecting old politics,

To become something better, less wasteful.

Adaptation along a river running fresh blue again,

Long cornflower stalks like midnight moonlight shine bright,

To see such wonders with human eyes!

The birds know, and watch for us. Steady, ever present.

Till we figure out how to be better,

A tenant to our world, proper and prim,

She shakes with changes, her crust healing,

And we shall one day venture out again, ex

plorers once more.