The Wav
Slipping into the unknown
Watching the humans roam
Their skin so different from mine
Their communications so strange
My skin is like the water
And moves on its own
My people and I don't speak
We hum to the forgotten tunes
And yet here is this race
A race of humans so they are called
to them I do not exist
One day they will know all
Know all they think they know
today I am not alone
I one of the hidden races
Among so many there are
On this planet they call Earth
Hidden in the cracks of time
Remain the hidden races
Watching, and laughing
As the humans dance along
Without their knowledge
We control it all
The waves, the flames
The air itself
The Earth that roars beneath their feet
We are what is called Mother Nature
yet there is not one of us
There are thousands.
So many that I a young one of the Wav
Do not even know the start or the end.
3/22/2016
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