Who is that there next to me?
Hello my friend, as you will know,
a large world awaits for you to grow.
But where? We're in a big "black pit"!
Hey! watch those words while we're in it-
for this big black pit may turn to holes,
but we just might get out with help from moles.
It depends on what you'll grow to be-
from a blade of grass to a Red Oak tree.
You see we're quite not all the same-
and there really is no-one to blame.
We are as we are, as we we're made,
from that Redwood Oak to that single blade.
And soon the brightest light you'll see!
And might be sat on by a bee.
But it's a good thing, that you should know.
It will make more of your family grow.
And the winds may take you 'cross the seas,
but you'll enjoy that wondrous breeze.
You'll rise into a new event,
to mix with all, do not prevent.
As man, he starts from just a sperm.
A tough lil' cell, a squiggly worm.
But as they grow, they grow a mind.
And a good one is sometimes hard to find.
So be them good, or be them bad-
they still start like you, being just a lad.
There are many here we must entail,
to pass peacefully to our newborn trail.
From bottom weeds, under our crop,
may make us fall in pain and drop.
We pray the weeds will not prevail,
Or our life on Earth will truly fail.
There
« return.