With the chirp of the birds and the buzz of the bees
And a deep set pain resting in our knees
We made our way through the many trees
Going on our way down an enormous hill
What words could I possibly use to have described
The tumultuous feelings I felt being inscribed
Walking around with a sense of forlorn pride
Going on our way down an enormous hill
Our days were long
Finding wonders and listening to nature’s song
Picking up rocks and finding out that we were wrong
Up on a hill named after civilization
Picking up bronze that had aged to bright green
I would venture to say that we became quite lean
Frying in heat that made us all want to scream
Up on a hill named after civiliazation
Melted and fired by the sun
Some parts of our souls began to run
Coalescing and now we are much more than one
In our crucible of companionship
Time here has quickly passed
After all earthly things never do seem to last
And it is in this time that a family has been cast
In our crucible of companionship
Families are much like metal
It does not matter where they settle
As long as they are together they are strong
And so can we be
It is strange how this family was built using tools of destruction
But then again things must be broken to undergo recronstruction
Pieces can never be joined if they never have an introduction
And so can we be
For our time up on the hill is done
And a chunk of our lives has been sorely won
I must admit it was really fun
And so it has been
I have seen the beauty in what is enlightened by other people’s suns
ITHS AWS ORF OYU IANKA
Michael Corigliano
Love you mom and dad