I do not know who I am nor why.
I scribble seasons on the earth and sky.
I prescribe the heat, cold, wet and dry
And watch seas, winds, shells of earth, comply.
Molecules combine, compounds arise.
The gelatines of life that crawls and flies
Arrange themselves in every sort of guise
Procreate, transform, meet their demise.
I delight in changes in their forms.
There are no goals, desires, no norms.
Equality to me are humans and worms
I give them both sunshines and storms.
Some would ascribe to me direction.
But things I do have very small connection.
I deal through serendipitous complexion.
Happily, I lack introspection