Go on, push out that window pane,
let the air come in, with all it brings.
The scent of salt; of earth and pollen,
of errors made—but none in vain;
and songs, of those who now have fallen

Close your eyes and realize
how puny our struggles; how petty our wars—
This Earth is vast and will outlast
tyrants, saints, and shrewd savants
yet none of those will be our last

The best of us will come and go
assured we've made a stand.
assured we've left a mark;
of immortality; so brief—
a simple line in shifting sand.

Look up, inhale, and realize
this deep blue sky, so wide and bright
is just as thin as an apple's skin
as isolated as a cast away
with rations only for a day

I wish to help!
Perhaps assuage,
not strain nor pains
of vane concerns,
but grander risks
brought to this age

To reach and bring
a virtuous stream
Of wealth and might;
a natural spring
for all that is
alive and right

Beyond our fears
we ought to see
beyond what seems
so near and scarce
beyond today;
shoot for the stars!

But not alone;
virtue can't stand
complete without
those who provoke
the sins and woes
of human folk

Look after the bees
they're wise and right
and even trees.
For without these
we would not eat;
nor last the night

And once we're free
of trivial things
and focus on
audacious dreams
we'll show the world
what we are worth

That we are here
to dispel fear
bring forth the light
and re-unite
for all that is
alive and right