Thought

Thought is the wind, beneath my sails.
He’s the sunset that happens each day.
He’s the composition, all reality entails;
and reality’s when Thought’s in his way.

Thought decided that the sky was blue;
and the ocean, he said, should be wet;
He also created each love that was true;
and helps us, our troubles, forget.

Thought is the embryo of every word;
here, before the universe began;
imagined sounds, before they were heard;
and taught us to sing them again.

Thought is the seed for all of creation;
nothing exists due to chance;
and every province and every nation;
are products of thoughts, enhanced.

Thought made a rainbow with colors, bright;
showing us that He’s always there;
for He could work magic with any light;
and demonstrate, in bright colors, His care.

Thought created each hug and each kiss;
and placed all His love deep inside;
causing emotions none could dismiss;
and feelings they’re unable to hide.

Thought gave us all time to learn to love;
with yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
We’ve failed to return these feelings above;
causing Thought great sorrow.