Into the fields where sunbeams lie
I seek the solace found in earth and sky
The trodden trails only the still can see
A path to absolution, wild and free

The crow ascends like winged night
Affronted caws in indignant flight
A reminder this is not my home
A sojourn in this kingdom I roam

For I am a child of industrial gloom
Smoke and soot my shameful plume
I am a monument to what the crow abhors
Our worlds collide at Ostia’s shores

The stars above in their celestial dance,
They care naught for a view askance
I am not a distant observer cold above all
Each one of us here in the mud, we crawl

Though my footsteps resound with death’s knell
I tear and claw at this plastic shell
Emerging from my cocoon in nature’s grace
I shed my artificial skin to show my face

I see the petals of a solitary flower
Unfurling their beauty in a quiet hour
So in supple form they teach me to embrace
The fleeting moments that life does grace

For a higher wisdom vast and grand
Guides me to purpose, hand in hand
Burdened to the wilds sacred responsibilities
To find my place amongst the rocks and trees