SEVEN STRAINS OF SINFULNESS
I cannot make a sparrow fly, nor can
I bring a turtle to tunnel into the mud.
These natural things happen without
my intervention. I am feeble, and I
am weak, by such comparison'd calls.
This life goes on, and that is its all.
Only Humans will reckon things
differently, and amass with false
pride their weak, feeble meanings;
their festivals of lights and seasons
of greenings.
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