We Are As The Dew On A Prairie Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

We are as the dew on a prairie.
Flowers amongst limestone graves
Entrenched in the living rock
Watered by birdsong

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.