What is a man?
I have searched long and hard for this answer,
my travels have taken me far...
I asked the great mountain,
but the mountain was quiet and strong...
I asked the trees,
but the trees could not answer
for they were fighting the storm.
I asked the stones,
but the stones could not speak
for they were too busy resisting presure from above and below.
I asked the sun, master and ruler of the sky,
but the sun could not speak
for he had too much responsibility...
I arrived home defeated to the smiling face of daughter,
"What is a man?" I did not expect my answer...
In the gentle voice that only a child can possess she said "my daddy"