I wonder are aliens real
And if they are how do they cut the deal
And what wavelength do they vibrate 
People equate 
Humans with the highest zone 
But are we in the Universe all alone
As the only self conscious participants
Because there are so many events 
That we can’t explain
Like how the summer rain
More than the spring 
I know it’s Ireland and everything 
But maybe this sweater weather
Is more than purple like the heather 
And would you be open to sky
If you knew you could not die 
Only transform
There is a hearth that is ever warm