All Natural Poem by John Shea

Like the odor of a newborn puppy
Mothers kisses when your sad
Snow in the winter
Your old car getting rusty
An American flag
Fluttering in the wind
Flying a kite
On a too windy day
Making a wrong right
Who is to say
Is that all natural?
Naturally true
I am at risk to be naturally blue
When my pup dies of old age
My car will not start
The flag becomes tattered
My kite takes a nose dive
But making a wrong right
Is all that matters.