life is a state house
with a small creek running through the back
it's only classed as poor
because the creek floods everywhere in the rains
Life is a son or daughter a family dog
a space for existence to play and lap sunlight
Roadside lawn filling up with dog poop
hedges overcrowding the walk space almost to the road
Was it all projected through the human mind
conceived through well and creek of the brain source
seen in early dreams meaningless shrub to you and me
is God smooth with the wind breeze and air
the muddy bottom of the creek
fertile silt gold dust and small fish picking through
sun lighting it all up, the water flows sacred
the grass grows knee high lush and straight
mortals like us trade desires with the dawn and dusk
As if at a market
simple envies are shared over wine
and tools are exhibited to shape the future with
life is this gift that we have been given that we ponder
that some cannot comprehend at all in thought
not reflect nor forecast
Yet for some of us it is a sunny day lighting up grass and water
1 second of God's submission to the tiny aliens we pretend not to be
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