Kingdoms Collide With Nature

You can save strangers with whispers

But then you always saved what you could

You dug great holes, smashing rocks with a touch

But then the earth was always yours- 

A Congregation of thousands, centred on you.

You started wars with your poetry, written on an island

But then words were always your lovers

You resurrected the dead with your blossoming orchards

But then the roots reached deep, calling for the old

A Congregation of thousands, centred on you.

You screamed away clouds, called to you storms

But then you always did hold fast in the rain

You taught wild horses to bow and play tricks with the light

But then you liked to see the kingdoms collide against nature 

A Congregation of thousands, centred on you.

You burnt down whole cities with a lick of your tongue

But then you did like to watch smoke turn into sky

You invented light for the day and music for the light

But then you added people for the gods and gods for the people

A Congregation of thousands, veiled, centred on you