What can we give to the world
and paint it blue?
A shirt from our back?
A pair of shoes?
An old book?
A picture of the Moon?
The things are shuffled and made
The words are spoken and sometimes well said
We walk the Milky Way
We drink from the wisdom well
What are we giving to the world?
Is it our Intelligence
or thirst for Beauty
or something we can’t still define
that looks like a Big Blue Line?