Tim Merry

No more prizes for predicting the rain

The pain

New starts

Time to build the arks

Gather now at our community centres

With friends and mentors
And Elders
We all be the welders
Of fragmentation
On the edges of the new creation
The builders of the New Space Station
Right here in the arms of the mother
Where the heroes gather undercover
Sensing the future with sonar sound
The builders of boats abound

Readying for the coming storms…