what we learn
is we are the ones deciding what happens

experience proves otherwise
natures speaks the reverse

that flower that i have never touched
or designed
this morning unfolded from its closet buds
blooming without
my consent

and so does others, sun, moon, stars,
sea,

wind, your hands unto mine touching me
while i am sleeping

RIC S. BASTASA

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/while-i-am-sleeping/