I Sit

I sit I sit here at four listening to the birds outside my door. I sit at four my mind bursting to explore. I sit and ask what is my task. The birds sing wildly, they know the sun will come out to play. Their task is simple instinctive and full of play. So I sit with lots of time, the human brain is a strain. Yes it's big to all of nature our gift and torture. For we are not part of the singing we have a door. We live by a clock, we understand born to die. Three score ten an average end. We sit we wonder our gift our torture. Niall Fulham