Alun Buffry

In this world, division

Makes one desire decision,

As if one were almighty God

Seeing all through mindless fog,

As if the choice we make is ours

To pick or simply smell the flowers,

Whether left or right to turn,

Whether to sleep, rest, play or learn.

Why can't we see that we are His,

He breathes,

He thinks

He moves

He lives.