We are the Song

We are the song
of the multitudes
of the stars.

We are earth
bending towards the sun;
precipitous dream clouds;
and the rain drops
that surge to the flood.

We are the pebbles in the stream;
the yearning of the squash blossom
and the patience of the bee.

We are the bearers of fortune;
existence denied;
the manifest skyline
and the chapel on the hill.

We are the obstacle;
the furnace; the fuel;
the makers of meaning.

We are the rustle of leaves in the pages of time.

Though we not have been called heroes
that does not mean
we are not brave.

– Robert Ressler (b. 1988)