Seeds

My brother lives in a jungle concrete
 like a belly gone to rumbling
 only wants a taste of the sky
 wind and fire, setting the seeds
 for the son of his son come with him
 one day to come
 My sister, her hands are raised
 for the stakes are high and she knows it
 and I am singing for her vision
 singing for her vision
 This is not mere speech
 all we seek is here where we stand and
 shape as clay, turning tides dug deep and
 wider still to hold what comes
 and wider still to say
 We'll never be moved from here
 our lives will live in the seeds we've sown
 calling what's coming clear
 our will is held in the gardens we've grown
 as light from the sun we can give
 as rivers meeting can become one
 walk toward the call of this
 and plant it deep for the ones to come
 One day
 none shall be imprisoned
 for tending the land
 for feeding our children
 One day
 we will cherish the soil
 valued more than gold
 its value more than gold
 One day our hands will raise
 for the way we walk and how we own it
 and I am singing for this vision
 singing for this vision
 This is not mere speech
 all we seek is here where we stand and
 shape as clay, turning tides dug deep and
 wider still to hold what comes
 and wider still to say
 We'll never be moved from here
 our lives will live in the gardens we've grown
 calling what's coming clear
 our will is held in the seeds we've sown
 as light from the sun we can give
 as rivers meeting can become one
 walk toward the call of this
 and plant it deep for the ones to come
 My brother live in a jungle concrete
 like a belly gone to rumbling
 only wants a taste of the sky
 wind and fire, setting the seeds
 for the son of his son
 to come with him one day
 taste the roots he was born from
 pass him the story how all
 hands came together as
 one