Story

I'm writing the story
of life
Now listen
& listen carefully
It isn't pretty
& isn't bright
Everything started with
a small thing
We can't fight
the force of nature
That's a game
we will never win
You're right here
& sometimes there
Settled to a place
& land
We're not here
& not there
we're everywhere
Flowers stick there
head out of the ground
There going for
the sun
& wind
& rain
Mothers without
a child should
be proud