If kittens grow up to be cats,
And puppies grow up to be dogs;
If lambs grow up to be sheep,
And piglets grow up to be hogs—
Divinity
Potential
Value
I have two paper dollars—
Just look right here and see;
And while they’re both a dollar
They appear quite differently.
For one is bright and crisp and new,
Not crinkled, creased, or worn;
Where the other bill is tattered
With an edge that’s partly torn.
The Laborer
To every laborer in God’s own field
Who comes with their sickle, ready to wield,
Eager to work with all of their might
To bring in the harvest that’s golden and white—
The Rose
The funny thing with roses, they start as just a bud;
Some take so long to open, they seem like just a dud.
But no amount of wishing will make them open up,
Like no amount of wanting removed the bitter cup.
Potential
The breeze washing over me, from where does it come?
The passing bumblebee, how does it hum?
The chasing birds, how do they fly?
And why is it blue—the heavenly sky?
Caterpillars and Butterflies
What raises the crawling caterpillar
Above the common plain,
Allowing her to soar above
And lofty heights obtain?
A Weed’s Worth
I want to be a rose—all proper, trim, and neat;
Raised above the common, in her elevated seat.
She is the lover’s flower, evoking ooohs and aaahs,
The flower for which the world smiles in admirable applause.
And when she goes a walking, she spreads a fragrant scent,
That travelers pause in wonder to warmly compliment.
