This is our idea of progress: 

We built a roof up over our heads,

In the goal of staying warm and dry,

But now, when we wake in the middle of the night,

We can’t look up

And see the stars so settled,

Shining faithfully in the sky.

We forgot how wide the world is

From our narrow rooms,

And how nice it is to cuddle up

To someone we love,

And listen to the winds blow,

And dream big dreams as big as the expanding cosmos.

Maybe it would be better to find a cave

And sleep in the opening, 

Where we can see the moon,

Journeying all night across the great canopy,

And bowing down in the morning 

In homage to the Sun,

And feel the dew form on our lips,

Stretch our fingertips up into the magic sunrise kissed air,

And realize how blessed we are,

If we have someone kind

To share it all with.

-jenn