Rabbi says, "Why create, Just be"

The little boy knew fun in solitude.
Fun was there to be found and made.
Fun flits by today like beauty before greed.
Clean fun soiled by the inescapable grease
oiling the grown man's misaligned creeds.

Just be

The little being's Maa had
set the festive cap then, with few kisses;
and he had played colours with the plants.
Fun was there to be found and made.

The little one with the pristine garden,
the back wall was his friend and adversary,
engaged in heroic matches to boot,
the clothesline a willing prop,
the birds, wind and heavens intently watching
the action.

Gone are the superior ways.
Fun is there still, to be found and made.
Some hope the man can offer
Rebirth little boy someday.