Circumspection Poem by Sandria Boroff

I was circumspection as I was born in this world.
I carried as I was in the crib,
As my mom rock the world to understand.
I look around as I try to see the beauty of surroundings,
As was now.
I sat to rest as to think all the sorrow and shame of the world.
I holding bottle of water,
As the lies of Global warning was hot to burn your skin,
As more now.
I think, as I close my eyes to darkness to understand,
Why does not have a light?
I stand up on my feet,
As the ground is able to hold you,
To stand on your feet or to balance one self.
I look out upon the sky,
As I ask my self,
What poor world, how the soul enter to heaven?
I close my eyes,
As the light of hand, tears…stop…the heart beat,
Why does this happen to ones life?