… Baby is born wet and blind,
Then it opens its eyes to see and bind,
Wander, to be wonderful and learn,
The wonder of the world, to grow and earn;
Then realizes nothing ever changes, must it return?
… What is humanity? Will it always pick?
It has wonder, flame, yet weak!
They cultivate ones who wade through-
Waves of experience to you!
Either is real or is imagined theme,
It always travels up the stream,
Searching for a place to exist and deem!
… It is the destiny of HUMANITY this trend.
It is the destiny of LIFE this blend.
When it lives everyday, it grows.
When it grows day after day, it knows!! …