This is home

We do not own a building

Stuck in the ground

Being stuck is a terrifying concept

One we do not wish to own

We haven’t any so-called riches

They are left far behind

We choose the sun, sky and moon

The road always lies beneath us

And does not betray us

We follow the sunrise and sunsets

And live our lives

Without unwanted interference

We take the cougar, birds and air

And live under their care

Nature is God

And for God we will always stop

For he is on top…




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