Do you hear the laughter of the blades
blowing in rolling hills that plunge deep
into the depths of fresh green meadows?
Do the pebbles that are soaking
below the bubbling brooks surface
in ways that make you smile with delight?
Do you cringe with anger or giggle
with immaturity, appreciating your safety...
after a mudslide bathes in your once pristine pond?
Do you know you can handle...and find purpose
in almost anything, with a dash of hope...and
a teaspoon of Faith and a tiny dose of wonder?
Written May,1st,2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem