I dream of the children of the rising seas
The wildfire born, the tornado seeds
Conceived in the hands of the run down clock
Betrayed by their ancestor’s greed

They live on the edges of forgotten towns
Main Street hunters, suburban farms
Raised by necessity, grief, and change
Schooled by the silenced alarm

At night they gather, chant freedom tales
Of shining light, and hammer and bell
Prostrate to surviving beasts and birds
Remembering all those who fell. 

I pray for these wildflowers of heat and flood
Find rivulets, run deep and wide
Resync your heartbeats with earthsong
Let your energies be sun-tied. 

The new world is yours
Tornado seeds
Disperse
Alight
Be