Ah! constant struggle, yet
Cannot reach the flower
crawling and twisting
trembling, climbing
Up the tender twig,
of wings the insect
is shorn;
sorrow seeps sinks
what does one feel?
Battle, blatant killing
why are there flowers,
steel and splinter showers?
'as flies to wanton boys'
are we, the human beings
toys? In the minds
of sinners and sinning?
When will love again
Be born?
O’ Innocent or knowing Insect,
do you know the Way?
do you know the Way?
We are lost and gone astray
O Lord, if only I were one-
I would just creep and crawl
nor scream nor moan nor be forlorn
But of the flower will think,
and smile and smile and pray,
till the end, every day.
