God’s Plan

Under a grey sky a chin bows low

Weary to the sacrifice of time,

He does not note how the sun begins to show

This world has disallowed him of his fundamental right,

To feel the flow and glow of everything bright.
 

A nearby bird watches earnestly

Staring for what feels like an eternity.

It watches as the boy struggles, indefinitely.

With no particular interest,

The bird swings on its branch and sings cheerily

As the boy curses God’s immaturity.
 

The bird stops singing. It gets ready to fly.

The boy begins to move, 

Inching ever so near the edge of the world.

The boy topples and falls.

The bird hears a thud from the ground below.

The bird follows him to the ground but does not suffer the same fate,

It lands on the boy’s face and sings again like before,

Just slightly less interested all the more.

The clouds begin to part and the summer heat returns,

Life carries on, the flowers begin to bloom

More and more birds arrive at the scene,

As far away, God laughs at this man’s doom.