Step Careful

If the bugs ever organized

We would surely be dead

Executed for war crimes

Against their fallen kinsfolk

If the sky could speak

Would we hear great remorse?

Of being ignored for beauty

Then cursed for the rain

If a door might complain

Would it question our sanity?

In and out, back and forth

Please decide, scatterbrain

Yes, a horse would demand

We get off its back

A fish would certainly quibble

“Let me off the hook!”

And a road would order,

“Just keep movin'”

It is very easy to offend

More tough to amend

So be kind as you …

Step, look, open, close, ride, fish and journey

May your living bring life.

Published by Jonathan Cring