Letter to the Maker

I am purple biro

In humble appreciation I write,

For the exaltation of your name, I will fight.

Even when the battle is tight

Because you made me and still gave me my right,

When my path becomes so dark, you keep shining your light

♫♫♫

Sometimes I wonder,

Often talking to myself as I ponder,

Who is really the earth's founder?

What really triggered the making of thunder?

Where did the stars come from?

Who gave the sun such powerful energy?

No foundation! No Pillar! What is really holding the sky?

♫♫♫

Why is the sky so blue?

Why is water so wet?

Why is fire so hot?

Why does they stars shine so bright

Could man really be the only being aware of the universe?

♫♫♫

Who gave birth to the first mother of each existing animal?

Where did the first seed for each plant come from?

Who planted them in the first place?

Who gave birth to the first mother of each sea life?

Why are things the way they are?

Only you could know.

♫♫♫

In your arms, I always want to be,

Because you’re larger than the universe to me

All that thrills my soul is thee,

I can’t wait to kiss your knee,

For you gave me breathe for free

And eyes to continuously see,

How wonderful you’ve made my life to be.

♫♫♫

Honestly, my maker I owe you a nonstop fee

That is to keep worshiping you and constantly flee

From evil, especially that of he and she,

That keeps breeding enmity between you and me

You sweeten my life, as honey would tea,

For a drop of you can sweeten a whole sea

♫♫♫

In you I’ll always keep in touch

For he who trust in you so much

Is like a tree planted on the beach

Guess what makes is rich

The moisture it’s got within its reach

And will never feel starvation’s punch

As it keeps producing sweet fruits in a bunch

With resplendent leaves to match

Every single branch

Enticing birds to make a perch

As it’s roots are firmly attached.