Atlantis

In the womb of the world,
Of water and stone this world,
Where every step on flat ground,
Is in the water, all around.
Dark, and comforting, this world,
That before us, lies unfurled.
 
The world called...Atlantis.
 
Where spoken is the mother tounge that began it all,
Before the rise and fall,
Of the civilizations,
And their fortifications.
Crops grow with no real sky,
But a shield, all around, up high.
 
In the world called Atlantis.
 
The only lights ever seen, or needed,
The gentile glow of the "sky", the fireflies, and the crystals that keep us alive and protected.
Around the city,
Jungles of density,
And deeper water,
Though familiar, not a stranger.
 
In this world,
Safe from the outside world,
Lush life does abound,
With only the sound,
Of nature, and the kindnesses of others,
The world of our fathers and our mothers,
Our grandfathers and our grandmothers.
 
Of the world called Atlantis.
 
Though we did fall,
Now more than ever, we stand tall,
For we did not all die that day,
And to this day,
We thrive...learn, plant, harvest, teach, heal,
Document, help, protect, and never kill or steal.
 
With hearts, minds, and stomachs full,
Atlantis is the world's unseen jewel,
All are free,
To be,
What they wish to be,
And hope and security do lie,
 
In the world we call, Atlantis.