Foreign On Wind and Word

Foreign On Wind And Word Tie down words in yesterday’s dilemmas, gondola soft Send them off on feathers, light as weathers messengers What are words but air up there in winds Let them fly, to catch a cold or flake of snow Who knows, maybe reason will come through Fog might melt, lift, revealing light, awakening Words are known throughout the world for what they are And what they say in cultures China replicates everything including language Sleep now, don’t worry, float away on granite minded clouds That keep the spirit down and grounded Society will fill in what’s missing In China children open up to sing Oppression is the only song they know What is that word I’m looking for? Innovation! Worth its weight in gold Heavy up there in an atmosphere of words When terms fall, crash, find their way into cracks Like facts, open on fresh minds… Invention! Hard is the term, loud on the solid mountain when it falls Comets, like words, come in a flash, linger there When children tie them down in streams of consciousness Volcanic boys and girls do lava dances to be free In China children eat their rice, glance, absorb everything There is no way of holding back on nature Tenacity! Is a word. Ingenuity! Is another They come in streams, in balls of string, tied together Make sense of sentences Don’t be afraid They are only a group of words Composing a complete thought They represent the meaning Assigned to them in any nation Created to fill young minds