We Have Been Given Poem by Fiona Sunny

It is the world’s greatest pleasure
To own an air as light as plume
The cause of a golden leaf I treasure
That a dry petal is still worth its bloom

What can change its glory, its shine?
Or twist or turn a trembling twine?
Daring are none to put the world platter
Not even to harness the monkey’s chatter

Undoable of it is not one tassel
An unbreakable bond does strengthen it
Together a rainbow they form does hassle –
Our eyes – as its splendor would never quit

Why then do we dummies own what we shouldn’t?
Why own them, when we owe what we couldn’t?
If then we can’t embed what belongs to heaven,
Why not rejoice that we have been given?