The world is still growing and flourishing,Burgeoning …. Without us even knowing,
Misplaced attention is not nourishing,
True intentions may just not be showing,
The exact same path could still lead to goals,
Even when outward actions are missing,
Surely results can take their social tolls,
Like when we’re forced to no longer listen,
Fortunate that destiny is planned out,
Seems unfair when the sky is pouring grey,
The fine thread that runs through – no one can doubt,
Like the sun will burn in space any way,
How do we know that it ends up alright?
Think of countless nights with endless starlight
MacroMichael 