When I meet you in a field today,
I will say to you, in quiet voice,
"What words are whispered close to earth?
What secrets heard and yet unheard?"
Do clods of earth, like men of the same,
Chatter about stocks and real estate?
Or do they return to 'earthier' things?
Or hope for flight on dreamers wings?
Or do they say to one another,
Earth is earth, content, my brother.

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Mayan, in the year 342 AF.