Excavation
Walling excavation towards endless heights
Across deserts and oceans tides hissing towards
Repetitive rhythms repetitive rhymes
Blurring through the changing lines
Radio cop terrorizing the raging sirens
Fulfilling nights screams into the universe
Ears wide open to the sounds of the passers by
As the helicopter comes and goes saving lives
You are supposed to say a blessing
Every time a siren strives
Sirens echoing into the heart of the passers by
Eyes wide open to the picture of the sky
(Poetry to Grow a Tree)
Walling excavation towards endless heights
Across deserts and oceans tides hissing towards
Repetitive rhythms repetitive rhymes
Blurring through the changing lines
Radio cop terrorizing the raging sirens
Fulfilling nights screams into the universe
Ears wide open to the sounds of the passers by
As the helicopter comes and goes saving lives
You are supposed to say a blessing
Every time a siren strives
Sirens echoing into the heart of the passers by
Eyes wide open to the picture of the sky
(Poetry to Grow a Tree)
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