Twrip , whistle, and sing
in the line and oak trees above me
with a background of cars and trucks
and alarms and a plane or two
leaving long strip clouds
Spreading out in the sky.I
he reaches over
And pulls up a rose Bush’s branch of
And smells the rose and end of it
It reminds him of her
The smell, the colors, and the thorns.
He lets the the branch slip from his scars fingers
And then bounces alittle,
As he walks away.
To the edge of the pond
At the back of the condos
That do a half circle around it.
It taken him eleven years,
But he feels it’s time
To see if he could walk on water again.
Why are we what we?
Why do we do the things we do?
For what reasons do we think,
We are better than all other living creatures
On this planet we dub as earth?we
Is God the same God every where
And we just just call it by different names?
Or is it muliple gods.?
I think that if it was multiple God’s
They’d be waring a lot more.