A globe of gentle water Foaming at it’s watery mouth.
A sure sign of displeasure or a gesture of sher joy.
Never has man been able to tell the difference,
each with his own mind,
choosing his own way in life,
making up his own mind.
It’s common for man to stop to think why he can think.
a mystery that none can answer known native to earth.
Some claim to know,
but with no proof to back up their opinion
Scientists are able to prove how, not why.
It’s rare that man realizes how little he matters,
compared to all the earth. Yet someone,
or more then one someone,
looks after one who needs not,
ignoring those who need plenty, right under his nose.
It’s possible, just possible,
the answer to all our problems,
is under all of our noses,
and we don’t know it yet.
Perhaps our answer is waiting for us,
in the glistening water,
from that foaming wave.
A matter of,
sheer joy,
or displeasure,
about looking,
at a glass,
half full,
or,
half empty.
