The stars are fixed but the earth never will.

Its secrets buried, created the hills.

Unknowingly incuring changes wrath.

Vengefully diverting the rain from its path.

The rivers raged and the banks collapsed.

Lost were all who relied on the maps.

Of trails that were forged long ago.

Trails of where the first flowers grow.

Beyond the shadows and the fears unknown.

The forest where I was never alone.

The one that became devoid of trees.

Causing the water to abandon the seas.

The bluest sky always fades away.

Leaving us longing for the break of day.

And i’ll be there still watching the stars.

Waiting for Jupiter to align with Mars.

Unaware as the mountains fall into the sea.

The dust and ash were never meant for me.

My map is not written or so it seems.

To those who are lost in others dreams.

I’ll follow the stars over the dirt.

Dwelling in the beauty that comes from hurt.

Staring at the sky as it comes crashing down.

I’d rather be crushed by heaven than slowly drown.