We all want what God, in his heaven has.
Do you not want the power to make a flower grow?
Or the power over rain and snow?
How about life or death, .
would or could you use it wisely?
Who would stay and who would go?
But mere mortals that we are
can't even mend a broken heart,
be it yours, or be it mine.
All the better, in such things,
we are not a part!
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