What once was ours
Can be found again
The forgotten, remembered.
The old ways returned
What once was natural
Like the seasons come and go
Just watch the horizon
The trees and the birds
What Gods lay there dormant
Can be woken again
The cave in our hearts
Will echo their names
What senses we had
Can be sharpened in time
The language of instinct
Honed to the woodpeckers chime
What once made us human
Calls every single day
And to live without it
Drives our spirit away
What once we discovered
Is a truth of this world
We all are connected
And are forever reborn
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Author:
Saxon Crow (
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Comments6
Good write SC.
I'm hearing that woodpecker - and crow?!
Have you heard a crow? Raucous, noisey and full of mischief!
They're a lovely size though, and shiny black coats.
We are all connected (reminds me of Manifest). Love it.
Great words of rebirth in this our wicked world.
even devoid of any theological alignment
I relate to the positivity in your theme
let us hope
a day will be realised, when such ideal's
can breach our reality
and offer us, a tangible path
towards
consideration and equality
for all, in our beautifully diverse
humanity..
thanks for sharing, dear poet
So very true SC.
Andy
Great write Sax. If only those with selective hearing would really listen.
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