The sky sends us rain

The earth gifts us grain

Our eyes that see both

Lost in the mind’s growth

Seeking the invisible

In the dark it’s inhospitable

Full of thoughts as actors

Formidable as captors

Nature provides escape

Coming in every shape

When the mind won’t free

The eyes from its debris

Rivers wash the plains

The sea softly reigns

We fight, for slivers of land

The ever-shifting sand