HERE FOR ART THOU.

Do you see that line at the end of the world
Where the sky interacts with the water;
Well it’s known as the horizon,
And it circles our lives
And is there to remind you you’re thought of.

Do you feel the effect at the back of your throat
When you inhale all that’s around;
Well it’s known as the air,
And it’s everywhere,
And is connecting us all on the ground.

Do you hear all the noise in the holes in your head
When you wake to the beautiful day;
Well it’s known as the song
Of where we belong,
And is there to help you on your way.

Do you know all the times when you open your mouth
And produce all the sounds of the season;
Well they’re known to be words,
Analysed when they’re heard,
And are there to convince you of reason.

Do you know when the smoke from a fire that burns
Finds its way from your nose to your brain;
Well it’s known as the scent
Of the primal event,
And is there to convince you again.

Do you know when your tongue touches food in your mouth
That has been your support from the cradle;
Well it’s know as the taste
Of the planets’ good grace,
And we all need to eat from its table.

Do you remember us all in the places restored
Deep within the recess of your mind;
We love you all day
And can’t wait ‘til you say
You’ll return to whom you left behind.