Lunapilot

Farm flying over Venus clouds 50 Miles above the surface of Venus, the atmosphere is buoyant enough that an airship using normal Earth atmosphere could float above the cloud cover. Such airships would be used to colonise the planet and grow the colonists food. The Patchwork uses whatever it can scavenge as it builds its breakaway civilisation away from totalitarian Earth.

The Clearing Verse 1 We lit a fire where the shadows creep With borrowed time and promises to keep A ring of stones, a song, a name Said “this is ours” and called it home Beyond the line the branches sway They do not care what words we say The forest hums, ancient and wide Patient as a turning tide Pre-Chorus No walls of gold, no crown, no throne Can hold the dark if left alone Chorus Civilisation’s a clearing in the trees Held by hands and shared beliefs If we stop singing, stop the work The roots remember, the vines return It’s not forever, it’s not free Civilisation’s a clearing in the trees Verse 2 We paved the ground, we taught the young We wrote down truths in fragile tongues Every rule a plank of wood Every norm: “please” and “should” But leave one night the fire untended Watch how quickly paths get ended No trumpet sounds, no warning cry Just green reclaiming sky Pre-Chorus The dark’s not cruel, it does no wrong It simply outlives every song Chorus Civilisation’s a clearing in the trees Cut by care and memory If we stop choosing what is right The moss will soften every fight It’s not forever, it’s not free Civilisation’s a clearing in the trees Bridge So teach the children where we stand How this place was made by hand Not to fear the woods beyond But know what keeps the light still on A blade, a book, a meal, a vow A promise made again right now Final Chorus Civilisation’s a clearing in the trees Not a crown, but a responsibility We don’t own it, we don’t win We hold the line against the green With every day and every deed Civilisation’s a clearing in the trees Outro The forest waits. And so must we.