A Work In Progress.

New poem...still working on it; but this is the gist of it: 

Because without the sky, the grass would have no one to embrace. 

Because without the sea, the sand would have no one to kiss. 

Because without the seasons, there would be no room for change. 

Because without the birds, the imagination would sleep forever. 

Because without the soil of the land, diamonds would be oh so conventional. 

Because without the irregularities of the world...a rectangle would not be a rectangle.