One of a Qind
Crawling and walking, jumping and running,
This is how we travel and chart the world.
Babbling and laughing, crying and grinning,
We claim out loud we will never grow old.
Watching nature, we see life, we marvel:
A seed we treasure, today to feed us.
Tomorrow to please us: It grew as a bluebell!
It gets better, there’s something to discuss.
We make friends, we kill foes, we seize,
We wage war, we make love, as we please,
And when comes the due time to release,
We have nothing to trade, only tears.
We feel alone, and curse a starry sky,
Throwing silly questions, we don’t want to die.
As we do, comes the od