That path down the countryside
never seemed so long
and every time i zoomed past
i knew i wasn't wrong
The green bushes alongside
never really beautified it
until one fine day,
when i walked through it.
The endless green stretches
always seemed to end
no words to me,
did they ever send
neither did the flowers blush
nor did the bushes smile
until one fine day
when i walked that lovely mile
thats what happens
when we zoom through people
we notice them better
than i small black better
once someday try to 'walk'
through those you think you know
and you'll learn how to you they bring
the beautiful sun and snow!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem