Metal air, an interruption
gathering change, a soft destruction.
and violet blues.
in static cues of sound
we choose what is found
and learn the power of disruption.
And what is found in empty rooms?
what seeds are sown in earthy wombs,
what grows from tombs?
When wind turns to breeze
and storm to ease
by degrees, from it’s hand,
the storm frees the land.
Rain makes way for change, and so, it blooms.
When soil is rich and water-blessed
and earth is soft and soothed by rest
once more is pressed
up from the ground
and all around
the first new sound of a song
to confound the wrong.
Oh, how the storms bring out Earth’s best.
Dawn flames the sky, begins to restore
a new world forms, and at its core
Look at what’s in store
Now sun arrive
let’s strive to be
all I’ve longed to see
and lean into immeasurably more.