The Pull

Be thankful,
That your feet
At root from seed
Lifts up and comes back to meet
Up with arid concrete,
Praise,
Something unseen
Not always appreciative of
What it means
To exist in a world as long
As the switch
Is turned on.

What if?
Turned off at the switch,
A new view
Of the world upside down
Nothing to hold
Accept hold on to
To keep you down.
Families live,
Eat,
Sleep,
Basically breath
On the ceilings
Of houses and buildings
Still staking claim to earth's crust,
To dare a try
Set sights on the sky
Away with you fly.
That would be just fine
In apocalyptic time
Slow marchers
Or fast fliers of death.

By chance loved
I guess no silly things as luck,
Gravity savior yes
My guess it's good with it we're stuck.