Tall suited men
Vandals in disguise
they have come to stain
our every Sunrise

So She plants ideas
with great seeds and trowel
seeing what is needed
by Moonlight and Owl

Waiting for daybreak
chance rolls out of bed
barely making sense
out of all that’s been spread

As She follows the voices
from noisy to mute
She makes the rains fall
and finds every root

Great ideas may tremble
pushing into light
but will pull us all together
for what is right in clear sight