In the thick of jet exhausts
As trends plume
And cleave the adoring clouds

I cling to ease
Root firmly in bliss
At peace with all I am
And all I strive to be

Before the tracks
That scar dormant roads
I trudge faithfully
Bound only
To an oath of defiance

Beneath the Swirl
The shrill, daily mantra
My ears trail on
For the ethereal chorus afar

Despite the haze
Of fleeted footed droves
I linger in the soils
True to the roads I know