The Children of Nature
How do you feel at night?
Do the mundane matters of life make you unwell?
Hold hands with the future,
the believers of nature in the golden time.
Together, we will banish their fate—
to a musty hell.
But please, when you see the soul destroyers,
do not tell.
Ships of the spirit lines
cross paths at different aspects of time;
they whisper of the resurrection—
the resurrection of the sixth sense,
which was killed by the laws
of time, space, and the mind.
Yet it is found once again
by the children of nature,
to use in the golden time
when the grown-ups will be merry
and no longer fight for a false calm.
The beautiful land, beyond the realm of life,
exists in a special time
for those who believe and lack a narrow mind.
The world spins uneasily; it is filled with problems.
James Garratt – January 1993
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The Children of Nature (Resurrection Second Version) – Written January 1993 (Aged 17)
