Things The World Might Ask Poem by Saint Cynosure

I'm I heavy on your shoulders?
Would you like to sit me down?
Make sure that I don't roll away,
cause as you know I'm round.
These are things the world might ask,
something it might say.
If you do not like the sun,
I will turn the other way.
Would you, like to have the moon come round?
Change the night to day?
These are things the world might ask,
something it might say.
Do you like it when I make the wind?
Quench my thirst with rain?
Bring forth a bounty in the harvest time,
with fruits and nuts and grain.
And everything that is alive,
but only man complains.
These are things the world might ask,
something it might say.