Arise with me and walk the rain-starved lands
surrounded on our fatal journey
by phantoms fallen from the stars
Have the winds whispered in your ear
of all that hides within the sandstorm?
It might tell of roads carved in the cracking earth
by the passing of a god long lost to time
Or was it a man?
Still, from the north our memories come calling
a pleading from the mouth of what we sacrificed
longing to burn again in this land of swift consumption
Here we walk with bloody hands extended upward
to a sky that swallows every careless prayer
and casts it out to burn away in distant realms of ash
Been watching the documentary Our Planet on Netflix. Breathtaking images of the natural world, and solemn reminders of what we must protect.