By Zom
The fretful one, whose afraid to be seen,
Whose missing himself and lost his green.
Frost in the breeze, moving slowly,
Looming wholly, breathing a Lullaby.
Lend your ears to the sound of unbound,
Found all around, if heard in earthly ground.
You must hear in the womb of trees,
Tomb of keys, each of these way to be free.
Perhaps you're in thought of what's?
Question why I'm brought,
Here in a place of keys I've never seen,
Answer is, you miss dreams.
Every key holds those
You covet for your soul.
You're alive, child, see the sky smiled,
Birds sing, river danced with the moonlight.
Don't lose hope dearest,
Oh! cosmic being, the bravest.
World has changed and changing,
By human not machines.
War for more till your lungs speak,
Language of the triumphants.
See the rain kissed the earth's skin,
Everything begins when eyes sees.
Oh! cosmic being, you'll never be alone,
Well known you're where you were born from.
Nature is superior literature for human creature,
Zephyr, foliage, and streams are grand theatre.
The universe holds greater power,
Better shower of wisdom every hour.
Be brave, in any stages, turn each page,
Don't be afraid to cross any bridge.
Eternally bear in your mind you're the —
Übermensch, who's never lost his green.
Here you're the cosmic being,
Breathing in human terra to thrive in.