By Catherine Mervyn Gilbert
This world is like a pastry
As its just so sweet for us all
This world spins like a ballerina and dances between day and
night for all
This world is the greatest mother
As it gives us everything we need
This world is an enormous mansion
As it holds its own gold to food we dig
But now, and yes now
This world is just dwindling down
Burdened with all that we do
And then with those we throw, all things we don’t need.
By Catherine Mervyn Gilbert