You are a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away. James 4:14 |
I call junk yards eclectic, Farmers, collectors of plants, The vacuum of space, antiseptic, Myself, the bane of all ants. The smithy of time defines us, The past only lives in the mind The future brings surprises, True love, a fortunate find. Few facts we firsthand know, Physical world events show, Fortunate we are to grow, Safe from hellfire below. |