there is no single source
except that everything emanates
from our one God
yet all tends to mingle
snow melts and drips down its mountainside
creates the stream which turns into a river
which flows and combines its clear water into the salty ocean
and we when all the wars of hate are over
will still see the grassy field
with its colorful winged butterflies
and the fluttering birds catching their bugs in their beaks
and as all things and creatures of the earth continue on
we shall live to another day feeling our love for their beauty
and learn to know that we are all one.
