Find Me

One day, it may be
That I find myself beneath a tree,
And as raindrops tumble,
And my tummy rumbles.
There you might find me.

One day, it may go
That i find myself knee deep in snow,
My scarf wrapped twice,
Taking notes about ice,
There you might find me.

One day, it may seem
That i find myself cradling my tea,
Hands clasped tight,
Dreams taking flight,
There you might find me.

One day, it may be true,
That suddenly, amongst your wonderful blue
In me something stirs,
But I shan't speak a word,
That day, I may just find you.

Song of Erasmus Darwin

Whilst the flowers sleep
They are breathing
Little hearts
Rooted in the Earth

Their petal limbs
Open wide
An embrace toward
Maternal love

They know, the plants
Their slience is wise
Their muscles don't ache
Their hearts open wide.

They wake, they breathe
They flex, they lean
They give, they recieve,
They sleep, they dream.

A secretion of the earth
Life-form organic
I, Erasmus
Believe in this planet.