We are all hidden in the dirt
We don’t know what we’re worth;
If we could but climb
Along our spinal Timeline
We could re-wind
Our Time
Would be finer than fine
And we would simply be
Much more finery
In Time’s allotment of Me
And our Ancestry.
Be
The Fountain of Time in Me
And wash the Ancestry
Out to be
A higher filament along our Timeline
And let our Light so shine!