There was a time when all that was known
Of our skies was danger and divine
A small boy stands face pressed to the glass
He understands the need to define
The changing shapes, the chaos and calm
The shadows cast as winds collide
Tries to explain with words not yet written
Put name to face, the need to define
To give a name to something fleeting
Asigning words to speak aloud
To give the abstract world a meaning
Become the namer of clouds
Is there strength in making a mark
Sculpting clay and shaping the stones
This human need to name the sublime
Childish desire to bring the sky close
To give a name to something fleeting
Assigning words to speak aloud
To give the abstract world a meaning
Become the namer of clouds
How did we become so bold
Seize the heavens claim control
We are always steps away
From our flaws and feet of clay
by Kitty Macfarlane & Jacob J Stoney