When our ancestry,
A forcefield of debris,
Is reminiscing for me,
We can no longer be
A part of our Hierarchy
Of Love in which we can see
Forever interminably free
From detriment and misgivings of concern for you and me.
Love me
And that is all that you will see,
Is a forcefield of ancient decree,
Riveted and burned as can be;
We are a Season of See-What-We-Can-Be!
Blessings are free.
Be as alive as you can Be!
Love and honour and respect is for all to see.