In And Outside Worlds Poem by Gert Strydom

When I was small
we had a green carpet
in the living room
that like a lawn
stretched out wide, thick and luxurious.

The ceiling was the sky,
big fans made wind
and lights came on at night
like suns.

The shower was
where you make your own rain
to be cleaned
and every tap a small fountain.

Sometimes a bird
flew into the house
and was cordoned off
and flew everywhere
and completed the picture
of man’s inner world
to me.

Still man just copies
the Creator
and outside the sky is stretched out,
every night full of stars
and day after day the sun appears
and the wind blows
as it find it necessary
and all the birds fly free
and the grass spread by itself.