Come with me, to see her majesty.
Let’s scale the bark of our family tree.
Ducking and dodging the branches
As we climb for our answers.
Against the scene of the vast expanse
Of clouds that drift, of stars that dance.
In a sky that’s touching down,
As an injured sparrow, that’s come to land
Upon a telephone pole
Shifting in quicksand,
And notice the hole
It’s getting ever deeper, ever wider.
The moments alone are getting ever sweeter, brighter.
The world as a whole, being grilled and seared
As the ripples of brown eclipse the last dot of green.
The stage is set for a fire.
Not until it’s shattered, will its essence be freed.
Not until it’s shattered will we know her majesty.