The wind and waves obey Him.
I ask for an explanation.
The skies proclaim the work of His hands.
I focus on my lack.
The lilies do not toil or spin.
I run in circles.
The rocks cry out in praise.
I’m more inclined to pout.
The sun knows its time for setting.
I overstay my welcome.
The trees yield their fruit in season.
I’d rather not wait.
My human nature doesn’t resemble nature at all. Oh, that it would.