Knowledge of the sky

Floating amidst in air; taken in the whoosh of the wind
Whirling spiral in the breath of nature giving life
Yes! it is a birth of a new age, the ascension,
The awaking to the highest of alleviation
The society of the light; the company of the flight, the aviation.

The path is above, but do not starve your roots as you rise
Leave them on ground to plough the history ages
Not written in pages
Rise not to depart from the identity of your true self
Open doors and come,
Cum inside brother! for a child must be made to be born.

Hearken onto the sounds of nature
As she whispers the utters spoken onto her by her sister
Entwines your ground with roots of wisdom;
No longer debilitated
For strength she plough when time is come for thee to rise
Rise and rise 'till the sky is the ground,
Knowledge is wise whys that enlightened to answers above.