Oh lord! Creator of all creatures great and small!
Did you, with your mighty hands, twist the twirls of this little snail?
Splendid in form and color; splendid in manifestation!
You lead him from clear grasslands, to the grey highway!
But was it your will; that he too must cross?
What calciferous paradise do you hold in store for him?
What luring treasure, to make him slide to the other side?
You shaped his shell; so beautiful and brittle!
But, what about the strength of the speeding truck!
You gave him eyes to see; but no legs to flee!
In his life of flesh and lime; you gave him action and free will
But, what about, insight and wisdom!
As he sees his speeding fate approaching; unable to recede in time
A beautiful life now lost forever!
Crushed and stuck to some tyre, as mere specks of slime!
Oh lord of the snail! Omnipotent and omniscient!
As you sit back and watch in your glory, do you smile, or do you cry?