Predestined Poem by Ulysses Cabinatan

Can the zebra choose the design of it stripes
Or the giraffe choose the length of its neck
Can the fish select what ocean it belongs
Or the small fry choose what kind of fish it is.

Can a bird choose the colors of its feathers
Can the flower choose its own fragrance.
Can the apple choose the sweetness of its flesh
or the leaf choose what time it will fall

Some things are just predestined
And we will just accept the way it is
for perhaps everything is part
Of a mysterious handiwork.