Gas, liquid, solid
Everything has its state
Does this explain Space?

Gas, liquid, solid
Everything has its state
Does this explain Space?
Alone time is fine
But when can I see you next?
Tell me how you’ve been
The house, formerly a home
Waits for the rain
So no one will see its tears
Moon shadows beckon
Coyotes run with the wind
Dawn’s soft edge rises
Lightning to the north
Summer storms sweep around us
Trees turn, all too soon