Like a garden we are birthed,
from a seed and synthesized with the sun to become one,
again with Mother Earth.
Excuse me sir, but I can’t breathe
in the land of the free, home of the brave.
It’s a pandemic and jobs have been lost,
including my own.
For some life is short,
for others, the pathways are long.
We all have purpose in store
so Let Us Carrie On.