Let there be heart shaped typhoons

Take us to the sea and let our wandering minds

Show us the woods — let our anger explode

into the volcano to harvest our new imagination

Let our fear bring us to a new direction

Tell our story, but let the sun show us our future

and heart’s desires as rain drizzles a new path to guide us

The atmosphere becomes clouds of gas and particles of dust

Watch as our hearts melt and turn into flowers and

A new creation joins in our imagination