What are we supposed to do in this life, the best we can.
What can I do, I’m just a man.
I write words, I speak, I talk, enjoy.
So did I when I was a boy.
A flower is perfect, nature, an animal, are you?
I am far from perfect, who made a zoo?
There’s no such thing as perfection, a taxi man said to me.
What about a flower, what about a tree?
I do my best for all I’m worth.
Do we deserve the present of the Earth?
13th June, 2019