Tho’ thick the night

Within sun’s unbroken arc

Day wakes suddenly

We belong to space

Expanding without limit

Until all is spent

The tongue is toxic

That speaks only of itself

And cannot form praise

Shortcuts are quicker

But carve the innocent land

A price paid in scars

Are you taunting me

Hopping up the mountainside

Just two steps ahead

She nourishes still

A tree of maternal grace

And nurse log when felled

What cannot be owned

Enjoys natural value

Beyond all that can

A gnat lives eight days

Enough to work its purpose

In eternity

Hasty sympathy

Reminds those who are harmed

Of their loneliness