Beneath plastic castles and shifting sands,
beneath mortgages and grandiose plans,
beneath labour pains and mortuary vans,
beneath gleaming yachts and broken fans,
beneath lion hearts and rodent fangs,
beneath flat denial and praying hands –
beneath all of the hunger and greed of man,
lies the inheritance on which we stand.
It’s there, where it has always been,
silently waiting to be seen.
Beneath the feet of you and me,
are roots of possibility.
Though we may be too blind to see,
the earth still strives for harmony.
There, beneath all that we wish to become
is the strum of life, the truth that we are one.
©Jane Paterson Basil
The Daily Post #Harmony