also appears on It’s Alive

By Bonnie Paine

What I see does it
See on back
In it’s own way does it
Lead us back to
Where we’re from and
How we write
What we’re made of,
What’s that?

It’s alive
It is alive it is
Living
It survives
It survives the
Chaos of beginnings
Through a time
Through a time it is
Story telling words
Dry it out breathe it in
Everything

From all that is of
The weathered seas
To feathered trees
Of heavenly
Light that burns a
Summer’s heat
Through cools and blows too
A Winter’s Eve
Holy Night

In the skies
In the skies it is
Spinning
In your eyes the horizon is
Ending and beginning
See it thrive
It survives it is
Living
We derive and return to it
Everything

What I see does it
See on back
In it’s own way does it
Lead us back to
Where we’re from and
How we write
What we’re made of,
What’s that?