Seeds - Ayla Nereo

My brother lives in a jungle concrete

Like a belly gone to rumbling

Only wants a taste of the sky

Wind and fire, setting the seeds

For the son of his son come with him

One day to come

My sister, her hands are raised

For the stakes are high and she knows it

And I am singing for her vision

Singing for her vision

This is not mere speech

All we seek is here where we stand and

Shape as clay, turning tides dug deep and

Wider still to hold what comes

And wider still to say

We’ll never be moved from here

Our lives will live in the seeds we’ve sown

Calling what’s coming clear

Our will is held in the gardens we’ve grown

As light from the sun we can give

As rivers meeting can become one

Walk toward the call of this

And plant it deep for the ones to come

One day

None shall be imprisoned

For tending the land

For feeding our children

One day

We will cherish the soil

Valued more than gold

Its value more than gold

One day our hands will raise

For the way we walk and how we own it

And I am singing for this vision

Singing for this vision

This is not mere speech

All we seek is here where we stand and

Shape as clay, turning tides dug deep and

Wider still to hold what comes

And wider still to say

We’ll never be moved from here

Our lives will live in the gardens we’ve grown

Calling what’s coming clear

Our will is held in the seeds we’ve sown

As light from the sun we can give

As rivers meeting can become one

Walk toward the call of this

And plant it deep for the ones to come

My brother live in a jungle concrete

Like a belly gone to rumbling

Only wants a taste of the sky

Wind and fire, setting the seeds

For the son of his son

To come with him one day

Taste the roots he was born from

Pass him the story how all

Hands came together as

One