We like to think we’re not constrained by gravity.

We’ll someday skip the atmosphere in vain,

Looking for an outlet for our vanity,

Unaware there’s nothing there to gain.


Here, the water, air, and earth- the trinity

Feed us like a flower in the rain.

Every earthly twist and turn and vagary

Is just the perfect yin for every yang.


The power of the place of our nativity

Provides for us what we could not attain.

Even still, we fly against the grain.

The End

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