Myway Poem by NikiAlex Zander

We were working at the Mesa, just Me and the New Guy,
The weather was erie, not a cloud in the sky.
Wild Thunder echoing, out over the Range,
No Birds would fly, I thought that was kind of strange.

We took a little break, I passed the water around,
We talked about life and how its wonders abound.
He asked if I thought todays World was Ok.
I said. ' Fruit on the trees, Birds singing Their song,
Crops growing in the field, I can see only a' Little Wrong.'

He said. ' I think Your right, there's not, 'Too much Wrong',
I did it, My way. People should just get along.
I like Your way. Its better than the rest.
I like it too. I always try, to do My best.

The lighting flashed, I prayed the Men wouldn't riot.
He just raised His hand and everything got quiet
.
Are YOU, somekind of Holy~One?
He just smiled, said.'We will soon see, My Young Son...