050910c Making Use Of It Poem by Manonton Dalan

between cobblestone seeds grow
filling gaps with fingering blades
green; some were trampled within
down to earth to express their pain
can't blame careless feet should we
they are looking beyond; a long way

little frog nestled on a corner stone
her cheeks throbbing as drum beat
inaudible; her mate would've heard
stared at me; pushed herself down
i didn't try to disturb but to admire
creature living satisfied; less desire