the World

A hopeless world,
turning round itself in darkness.
Day after day,
year after year.
The sun raices and goes down,
the moon shining through the night,
together with the stars.

The wind playing with clouds,
pushing them forth and back,
fast or slow,
and bumping them into eachother.
Thunder.

And all the little peolple
who think they own the world.
That plays Kings and Queens in their own life.
In the world.
Day after day,
night after night,
year after year.

And a God.
A creator.
Who made this world, not to be hopeless.
But as a proove about his greatness.
About his beauty.
To proove HE is king.