The world is not a business.
Who is the publisher of roses?
Is there a copyright on the Grand Canyon?
Whose intellectual property is it
for all the big and little creations
of nature?
The waltzes of the wind.
The splendor of a sunset.
The pianissimo of twilight.
The crescendo of sunrise.
In fact, the world can’t be cornered.
Everything is free, open.
Creation has no agent.
Truth is not a patent.
To write a song or poem,
or invent a gadget
plays a game agreed to
by all concerned.
The rabbit that runs away is mine.
The box that holds the rabbit is yours.
The winner is a copyright,
nothing equals nothing.