Under a Creators Eye

Every time… this happens to me – Who’s that!!! Who has it writ? Knowing not… in its delight It’s my own voice; that had it said. Every time …I do read & review Try to identify me best, Knowing not; under a creator’s eye Everything seems best & nothing worst. I never try to understand What I’m going through? For, I flow along the river verse But, do a bird; ever assess its wings of flight? The origin in its truest form just goes on & on For; it lacks time & space to be still & think on.