Earth, Bones, and Light

The Earth is a field for growing
Brittle bones will be broken
The light cannot be seen
Until it is heard in words unspoken  

Upon the dirt so old
Our life is green and bold
            and free
The time we have is gold
Surrounded by the tempest sea

Within this mortal frame
There can be love and pain
            and peace
Earth will take our remains
When our souls fly unbound, released  

To useless eyes long blind
Dawn is precious to find,
            to see
And to an unlocked mind
Nothing's more sacred than the key

On this earth, we are bones looking for light.