Close Enough For The Moon (Part II)

The TV blares;
But, not the wind outside that blows,
For, the wind is real and TV isn't fair,
So be fair, and let the wind be your show.

You see birds come together to follow,
Follow what is ground;
We are grounded by what we swallow,
So, swallow now, what we mound.

This mound is the hearth,
The hearth which is close to our lives,
And our lives on this splendid earth,
Become splendid as we suffice.

Sufficing till the ladder ends,
And it ends where you want it to,
But, it goes on till the very bend,
That very bend, that makes you.