Tell me...

Tell me
have you ever thought
to stop birds
and ask
how things go beyond the sky
where is it that they head to
and what is it that they eye?

And has it ever crossed your mind
to crouch down to flowers
and ask
how it tastes to be clean
with nothing to be judged for
and no sin to redeem?

And have you ever stopped 
and giggled
at all the earth's residents
shackled
on a globe of green and blue
living every day like the next
looking for more to chew?

Does it make you stop
and smile
that mothers wipe dirty noses
babies clutch on to your finger
and that somewhere, someone
spills their brain out on paper
changes the world
once in a while?

And does it make you stop
and sigh
that bullies hate on fat kids
rural villages, billion-dollar-companies shun
and that somewhere, someone
lies behind bars
for daring to think
for a crime not done?

How often do you stop
and wonder
when it'll be your turn to leave
and how
and what they'll have to say
about the mark you left behind
about the tapestry that took 
your whole life to weave?