OH, LITTLE ONE
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The things I have seen
over years, over decades.
Storms and destruction
pathways cut through stone.
Changing landscapes.
The things I have seen.
Clouds birthing water droplets,
floods into rivers, carving canyons.
Hills climbing into mountains.
Sun scorched earth, lighting into fire.
Bright colors turning brown and black.
The things I have seen.
From death, rebirth, renewal, life,
seeds finding homes, nestled in soil.
Sproutlings reaching toward the sun.
Hungry, curious
covering the floor of my home, and now yours.
What will you see?
Descendant of a cone from my cone.
Your roots reaching down toward mine.
The fingertips of civilization and progress
stretching onward and outward.
The world, time, passes without concern. | CA
CHRIS AINSWORTH IS OF ITALIAN-SCANDINAVIAN HERITAGE. HE HAS ALWAYS LOVED ARRANGING WORDS ON PAPER. MUCH OF HIS ENERGY HAS BEEN CREATING AND SHARING SPOKEN WORD AND WRITING SONG LYRICS.
