Beverly Wyatt

With the greenery that surrounds me

(Like a falling feeling)

Just a walk through the open country

It inflates me with an entirely different perspective

(When I drive)

After a winter with nothing left

You need a place to rest your head

And a great escape to make your hands warm

But we will sleep again! When we feel it in our blood

We will rest our heads! When the time comes

I will open up my skin

(Where's the heart? Covered in concrete)

And let this small town in with love

(It yells "get up, shut up, move on")

I will breathe this in

(New England trees)

Let it fill my lungs

(Reappearing)

There should be a scar from the hours we've wasted at work

Why should living be something we earn?

There should be a mark from the launch when we outgrew this Earth

This ship keeps us safe until we return