Like tools from the plantation
We stand in God's vest creation;
To tend and water,
But never to alter
The order of nature's ever-blooming garden
On and on we must hasten lest in our slumber
We grow blunt and rusty;
For there is no regret 4d discarded and dusty
The glory of the harvest isn't ours.
Ours is in our fitness for the labours We last not long in memory..
Our footsprints in the sands are But a mockery...
For soon they'ré washed away by wind or water...
Or lost in d many trampling feet hastening thereafter.
It is not all abt us
it never was
All attempts as Such is a wagging of internal wars
The Earth bears not our testimony for all eternity...
Like specks of dusts
Earth man is a fleeting entity
Perhaps after we've gone and many moons and seasons ré come and.gone some fellow might stand in awe and say
"Aye,to my discerning eye some genius never slept..not even on an Oar....
©Steveandy💕
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