'God Is Playful Too! ' Child Says Poem by james watkin

As by an uncontrolled hand
Was this randomness planned
For scattered mountain; subsides
In its tumult of rock?
No child, in its playfulness
Would, from God's own, if supposed
Turn away, for the shock!

By whose swipe, boy's peevish one
Set the winds in motion!
With all that implies, hastens
His delight, wrecking things.
'I am that child! For to know
To so name it a boyish!
Who, autumn running, grins.'