Flux Poem by Steve Howard

In flux is the crux, for aardvarks and ducks.
For all things that wiggle, waddle or fly.
And the earth too is changing, herself rearranging,
as moment by moment goes by.
It's either warm or it's snowing,
calm or it's blowing,
sometimes it's rainy or dry.
There's always coming or going,
wilting or growing,
saying hello then goodbye.
Sometimes life is amusing, confusing, bemusing,
and for its reason we look up at the sky.
Yes, life was designed, by a far greater mind,
and there's a rhyme and a reason to why.
Search your soul and you'll find,
we're just here to love and be kind,
and watch the ducks and the aardvarks go by.