Fences

Digging those holes; inserting those poles; Imposing those limits; what is and what goes. Jumping the fences; crossings the lawns; Playing with starlight; till fun time is gone. There in the large house; those of I am; Offer cake to the hungry; they do what they can. On the wings of the eagles; egos do ride; In the color of rainbows; selfish can hide. Penned to the art form; contention can churn; The rules on the fences; tomorrow might burn Simplistic perhaps; yet does it not rhyme; Does that buy us entrance; universally sublime?