To create abundance where famine lay
Is something you undertake so coolly;
You, the world's own ripe fruit
Giving lushly your essence for we pitiable few.
It is utterly unfair how you move
So sweetly, outshining willows and waters' promenade,
But I would never ask for whatever cosmic hands that created you to be just or obeyed in this regard.
You are lovely
And I live to bathe in your life-giving waters every day
By simply adoring you,
Even if from afar.
