Corner-less World
On June 30
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The poor red eyed creature
sits there, weak
The water drops
Cold and musical
Sounding wicked.
That little green umbrella is
all the shelter he gets
No house, no wall
Just a roof up ahead.
But to God,
he does not question
of unfair treatment he gets.
Life is a test,
which he must pass,
And prove his worth
to the world
that surrounds.
No being is big or small.
This world is corner-less.
Water tinkling tick tick tick,
shouting of Gods' bare existence.
The frog looks up cherishing,
the sky above; clouded
and the rain pouring softly,
sweat lullabies
of water
fusing
with all green and brown.
With little moments of wickedness,
this life brings treasures,
your key is to cherish
what this life has cast
upon the path
you tread,
for nothing in life that comes
is either good or bad.
