take care child
you walk over the mountains
planting lakes behind you
you shape the land
while rivers rage
along your paths
snow is clay
you sculpt the world
life is your word
no cares
and alone is good
the cold sings
and Zephyr’s fitful dreams
speak of warmer times
while North Wind plays
grandpa blowing mock disapproval
while his heart would burst in love
as he moves away
take care child
your world is bigger
and it’s life is real
remember it
when Winter’s bones are dry
and Spring’s gaze is full
Harnessing Chaos 