After the fire?

Systems rose where forests fell.
Concrete jungles caged the greedy heart.

Man shadowed the moon with ticking clocks.
And chained sunlight to office blocks.

We built empires to escape our mortality.
We constructed walls so high they stole the stars.
We built towers of steel to forget that we were once dust.
And left us aching for what we lost.

Break the unwritten contract the world demands.
Choose humanity over civilisation.
Choose soul over system, the north that is true.
Then scorch the fences behind you.

Let your rest become resistance.
Let your smallest ritual be the quiet revolt.
Let your joy disrupt their orchestration.
And lead you to salvation.

Create something useless. And something holy, if you choose.
Sing something ancient. And something absurd according to your mood.
Live in the now. Then disappear from their history books.
Only to reappear in the seeds and the ancientness of roots.

Be difficult to reach.
Be impossible to preach to.
Be too wild to buy back in.
And too loud to be forgotten too.

May you remember your name the earth still knows.
May you outgrow every trapping.
May you lose the lies that you were sold.
So you can forget how they made you bend and fold.

Scream till you break down barriers.
Unfurl your fists soft as dawn’s first dew.
Let your courage be your compass,
to your place in this brave world made new.
The dust will remember your name.
Your spirit will soar fearless and free.

And bloom again as once you did

When God simply said—BE

"Kun fayakun" (كُنْ فَيَكُونُ) 

'Be!' and it is"