Uncertainty Poem by Benjamin Wiche

Appearance confessing
so much beauty
Consuming attention
Commanding admiration
The Innocent smile of a baby

Not worried about
what tomorrow may bring
Taking its root as budding begins
A welcome to destiny's lawn
Presented with ink and plain

On which life is drawn
A design and pattern
That route the fruit to bare
May be easy may be tough
Maybe rosy maybe rough

The smile like sunrise
As the break of dawn
Sees each task begin
Not knowing what tale will be told
As the sun set to repose

Bensuress