We spin in a careful intricacy

Over the heathery earth

Dodging holes that could bring us down

And avoiding flaming leaves.

The birds watch us as we sing

Who call us by name for us to return

Yet we ignore their scarlet calls

And dance to flutes of over own.

We dance in our game of acceptance

Beckoning our foes to join

As our friends try to follow

Mimicking, yet not perfect in our pattern.

We stroke cobwebs and wings

Lace and tears

But we come out on top

And we continue to walk

Our bare feet hardly touch the ground

As our hair catches the clouds

Thorns may cut our feet

Yet we still fly.

Though our ideas collide

And our thoughts conflict

We dance upon this empty field

You , I, and whoever will join.