On Growing Things

None, none will find us

Cause they aren’t looking

For things much smaller

For things that grow

Slow woven sleepers

We’re made of secrets

We’re made of stardust

We’re made to glow

Like a light that they’ve cast far away

We will use what they have thrown

Then they’ll finally see

And fall to their knees

We were born to always grow

Look through the window

Watch then spinning

Pills that keep us

Far from home

But waves start with ripples

Then build forever

Then drown the world

But we will float