I sat at the gate

As the sun filled the dawn

Gentle on my face

And I knew I was a part

A part of the morning of the world,

And all was at one,

Too perfect to be good

Nothing ruffled the ease that was

And everything could be no more

No more than it was in this moment,

Not nature

Red in tooth and claw

As it was always meant to be,

There was no noise

Despite the howling wind

The crashing of the waves

On the whispering sands

The creek of the earth in motion,

All was as it was meant to be

Harmony perfect on my ear

Soothing,

Everything just was

Like a finished jigsaw

Like a book complete 

Concluded and epilogue written.

So tell me

Oh tell me why do we strive to write more?