This form, carved from the earth
Inanimate, one with itself
It waits as if to say, I need air
The life force to permeate this form
So I patiently wait for my inhalation
This matter, one with the earth
Is here from which I came
Ready as ever, am I for exhilation
I'm cold, waiting for warm air
As we kissed, greeted, a warm embrace
The force I needed, now shines in my face
Every organ present reacts in orchestral sound
The rythmn of life inside now flows in my veins
Would I learn to cherish this higher power
Resident here as I look around
This matter, doesn't matter, just flatter
Would I value equality in every life
Without it, it's just matter
I will love another as equal
There goes another matter
The road ahead is level for all
To value another as priority
All matter will return as it came
Our substance here, is all the same
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.