There sits one sent out from many,
Fated to speak to himself in merry,
The Emissary,
On another mission diplomatic yet dear,
But beyond memory,
As to why he’s here.
Shrub, sprout, branch, root and twig,
Flower, leaf, an acorn and seed,
Moist dirt, rain, cloud and dry sand,
Animals and birds of every breed,
Stone, gravel, rock rounded rubble,
Water, puddle and delicate bubble,
Listen intently to them Self,
The Emissary,
Comfortable, happy, merry amongst many,
Fulfilling that mission with a message so dear,
But unable to remember,
As to why he’s here.