God

• Yeliz Basafacan, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2007

I am the air in which you breathe,
I feel the pain when babies teethe.
I know when you rise and sit,
I know if you chuck a fit.
I don't want to harm you,
But to prove to you;
You shouldn't just beleive what you see,
But beleive in me.
I created you for every reason,
I need you like all the seasons.
So remember this and don't forget it,
I need you like summer needs winter, and you better beleive it!