Poem №017
We took flight
And from way up high
We could see far and wide
And all across the earth
People built homes
Out of sticks and stones
And they searched
For safety and belonging
And some prayed for peace
And each one tried their best
With what they had
And even when
It wasn’t perfect
They began again
And eventually
All the tiny homes
And the flesh and bones
Would turn to dust
And all that would remain
Was the love they gave
From the stardust
Of their hearts
As they tried to put
A world together
