Meant To Be

• Daniel Van Huyssteen, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2015

The glistening streams from granite seams,
The faultless leaves on the gentle breeze.
The world must see, it was meant to be.
The clouds that float on the rolling hills, to the vast land that the ocean fills.
From the hovering bees to where the birds fly free. The world must see, it was meant to be.
It was meant to be, it’s so clear to see, every form of life, in true Harmony.
The perfect blend of life and death, could not have started as a mess.
No bomb, no atom, no alien race. No particle, or chemical, from outer space.
Someone made this paradise, and not just by the rolling dice.
Someone knew what was in store for me,
Now you must see, it was meant to be.