The poppies danced with the smell of joy A million secrets held beneath their blossoming petals, The lightest tint of gold. The grass gossipped with each of its jagged blades, Cutting through secrets not worth to keep Gifts not worth to give Lives not worth to live The clouds lingered as beasts of mist Though their translucent chips of life Barely held by a few strands of life There is knowledge deep inside Experience that no one knows how to give away Nor change the imprint Already embedded in the ornate creases of someone’s life The sky blew endless Moaning it’s sad, sad song Beastly giants filled it with a hue of cerulean Gatekeeper of a world below Not as endless But not as vague Laughing with the smell of a future Together The Earth is alive Bearing the weights of its future on her back The dancing and joy of the poppies and grass The lonely sorrow of the sky That we stare at it every day but not once notice it Together The Earth is alive As alive as all of the people below The Earth is alive Another life among the millions taking shelter in the cloak of the universe