Hurled by God from the stars
a great fall down to the earth
picking ourselves up from the mud
we strive to return
but we have forgotten the way
we have forgotten who we are
and why we are here.
Black dirt
repugnant and
filthy
is required to
plant a seed.
We must find
water to make it
grow and
water it daily.
Fire is the light
shining in a
dark world
upon a little
sprout.
Go little
sprout
go.