A stone shouts across the stratosphere,

Burning and hurling with nothing to fear.

Eroding away it tears through the air,

On a collision course; was this truth or a dare?

To be emboldened enough to charge from the sun,

towards a mess of condensed terra.

To do the inevitable, what nature intends,

we must concede our will to that which cannot bend.

That of unbroken fervor and can never tire

is the strength of a mother and a will of father.

An incessant beating, the essence of breathing;

Each surge a concession to our own unyielding.

Surrender unto yourself out of an exalted reverence;

Not for an ashamed mistake and you’ll learn how to leave

engraved in the heavens your own beautiful streak.

21 March 2017