For All I Know

For all I know
The world may not be round
It could be full of crowded, crumbly ground
Coming up, breaking down
For all I know.

For all I know
Birds sing to bring joy and happiness
In the chilly, warming spring
For all I know.

For all I know
The squirrel runs, the rabbit plays
Making life an serious, endless game
For all I know.

For all I know
Rain falls to the ground
Spreading life most profound
Asking nothing in return
For all I know.

For all I know
Skin is not skin deep
It lives and breathes
It holds the soul within the body
Until it’s time to go
For all I know. For all I know.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson ~ 2014