We are as the dew on a prairie

We are as the dew on a prairie
flowers amongst limestone graves
entrenched in the living rock
watered by bird song

Engulfed in nettle stings
we are but charcoal smoke rings
fasting on a single drawn out-breath
resting on a forward-moving breeze

We are a clutch of eggs
encased in a bough of creeping ivy
squawking frantically upwards
up at the midnight sun

We are the covenant
the rainstorm before the rainbow
slew by the swords of angels
we are the dewdrops on the prairie-
flowering amidst the entire universe.