A drop of paint...

As winter and spring start to blur
We dream of things that never were
Solstice to solstice we move each year
Has come millenia 'fore and when we're no longer here

It takes seasons changing their space
To put us humans in our proper place
We can no more stop the earth's rotation
than we can change our worldly station

For we are specks on a larger plane
mere wrinkles on a larger brain
This is NOT our world to mar and maim
Some legal birthright ours to claim

Rather its a divine gift
our home before Heaven's lift
We are mere tenets to a Master's lease
a drop of paint in God's masterpiece

Bruce Eagle the full metal. Appreciate!!!