Choosing to Be

The rain and the sun fall
on the good and the bad alike
intermingled here
weeds and seeds
flowers and thorns
on this giant ball of mud

The rain comes down on all of us
causing us to grow
either mean or strong
either sarcastic or bold
We choose which
more than we think

Taking in the sun
lapping up the light
to fire us up inside
to see the things within
we try so hard to hide
or shutting tight our eyes
and turning into the dark

We choose wich
more than we think
for blessing and tragedy fall
on all the children here
on the giant muddy sphere