Under Freeway Bridges

The flowers under freeway bridges are blooming

Just like our childlike hope had promised us

The earth is still moving, bending herself, turning to look back at us

So we don't forget that this ride around the galaxy means something

All of the wildflower seeds we left behind are blooming now

In a finale of wind and wonder

After the forest fires cleared away the debris

The colors finally had a chance to testify in their case for hope

The seeds made no promises before they closed their eyes under the soil

They simply said goodbye

But the wild ones have sat up again from their sleep

"Here we are. We have always been."

Nightbirde