UNDERFOOT

All the grey old men
Once ruled the sky
That day is done now
And here's the why

My place of worship
Is never shut
Wisdom lives on
Underfoot

The early Bluebell
Calling in the Spring
Later, falling leaves
Reviving everything

Squirrels dancing
Claiming their nut
The animals know the riches
Underfoot

In fields of abandon
I let go
The wildness everywhere
Is killing all I know

Like I know what side I'm on
In every War
When there is nothing
That is good for

In a world of miracles
We didn't create
That heart that's closed to this
Seals our fate

So my temple
Is never shut
Our place of worship
Is Underfoot
Underfoot
Underfoot
Underfoot...

© Luka Bloom // www.lukabloom.com
(IMRO/MCPS Ireland)

» Inspired by Mary Reynolds «
Author of THE GARDEN AWAKENS and WE ARE THE ARK.