Let sunshine kiss the numbness into feeling
anything and everything all at once

Let the sky and its indecision of today pour
certainty into streams of mental grief

Let the mountain rise calm steady beats along
the lines of existing beside it

Let the sea be the messenger and vessel for truth
never seen and echoes still yearned

Let the moon alter its course to form reason and
to bend the prison bars

Let the birds fly in formation of awe
to signify impermanence of this

Let the trees be the shamans, the gods, the healers,
to touch and breathe freedom

Let the wind carry and bury the stories and states
to wipe away and make a fresh

Let the stars know it all and explain it in parts

Let Venus shelter and experiment to bore
new realities and a softer touch

Let the plants and flowers whisper energy with every
change releasing elixirs to ascend

Let the insects arrive quickly, land safely and stay
while gleaning their prey

Let the clock be a tool to fuel hope and connection
amidst confusion and isolation

Let the skunks brawl in the bush their presence
firmly enforcing the fence

Let the snow slowly glow with its presence and turn
heated debate into cool surrender with cold acceptance

Let the rain arrive in stride with such pride
to alter and renew a clean mind, a hydrated heart,
and a wet promise without skew