Sonnet For The Greatest Gift.

A thread continuous and infinite
Entwining all life as only it could,
A substance of actions indefinite
Fragments connecting if only they would.
Circuits of energy to live or die
Willing sacrifice to the greater good,
Forgo last water for seeds as they lie
Invisible strings to things that well should.
It binds and frustrates until it ensnares
Tangled deniers unsure to reject,
Weaving probable till no one compares
To certain fabric of care and respect.
Always intangible, pain or pleasure,
Never will there be, a greater treasure.

Danny Draper
22/4/2016