Creation's Voice

A wonder of freedom erupting forth,
A bubble of joy bursting in growth.
Sticking to the path lesser known,
An outcome of tree from sapling sown.
The lullaby of life echoes in ears,
The small air kick shifts through gears.
From the nascent to a life of youth,
A full circle traversed without uncouth.
Many days of wonder have passed,
More days of amazement will descend.
A flying saucer of life's moments,
The finesse of god's work shall never end.
There are many to thank for in the journey,
Many to be avoided for the foreseeable future.
The dusk will set when the fire turns cold,
For now,I live on, I live on.