humans

as life goes by
we note the sky
as all the clouds and birds go by
we cook the stews and sit in pews
and read the news and catch the flus
and dance around as best we might
as masters of our perfect sight.
All praise to humans in the well
may we all abide the rising swell
and not forget
there is a bet
that there be a heaven and a hell
and neither's there at all the bells
but only here in all the tells.