ORION, THE HUNTER
Orion, hunter of the skies,
I'm jealous of you.
Every time I look up I find
you with your bow drawn
and an arrow nocked,
ready to be shot out into the universe.
That must be one happy hunting
ground you roam.
While I sit at home,
trying to find a way
to spend even a day
out in the freedom of the forest.
I'm rapidly aging and restless,
and you appear ageless.
I don't see any wrinkles on your face.
You seem just as nimble
as you did in my youth.
We posses nuclear weapons in our arsenal;
you're still wearing a quiver,
that same belt
you were wearing thousands of years ago,
and your kills are still done with a long bow.
Our technology continues to grow.
And yet, you remain mostly unchanged
with all the time in the world
to do that which you love.
Have we missed something?
Because, Orion, I'm jealous of you.
oh, how faithful you are
to lead me across the sea of night.
In the midst of my toughest fight,
hope is never far -
I can look up and find strength in your light.
Morning star, shine.
Lift up this heavy heart of mine.
Remind me that Dawn is beginning to rise.
She is yawning, calling for the night's demise.
Morning star, shine! Shine!
For hope is anchored to your presence in the skies.