being the clay I dare not ask the potter
what are you making, or complain about my lot
as if I deserved so much better.

wishing to be gone from here
comes around every now and then
and I am not talking suicide
but am talking the reality of things;
made for something so much more,
consequently wishing to be gone
from this existence, is totally understandable.

still too cold to enjoy being outside
we Human creatures so fragile
whereas a Sparrow displays fortitude

having come from literally 'nothing'
the mystery of creation abides within our souls

children of the Universe
how far have you travelled?
to reach where you are.

going round in circles
comes real natural
as nature intended

flowery language spoken by flowers
the true speak of beauty