A joy again

I may be wounded but I’m still alive

Ill live right to the end complete, engaged.

A sparrow is as lovely as a hawk

God created creatures that could stalk.

Every form of wildness is a stage

With gentle doves and tigers in a rage.

In our very self we find them all

Cruelty greed and happiness enthrall.

So we love the wild ones and the tame

All the world’s a stage,a joy a game