By the wall, by the tree,
A frail flower grew:
It reached it's small buds
Toward the sun, for it knew
The sun was it's father,
And earth was it's mother;
For everything born here
Must come out of two.
By the spring, by the creek,
A tall tree stood strong:
It held up it's arms toward the sky,
Like a song;
No weather could dampen
It's green growing heart;
It never felt fear,
For it knew life is long.
By the flower, by the tree,
A young child rose up:
He climbed with his face to the sky,
Like a cup;
He drank from the sun and the earth
And the spring;
For when he grew older
His heart too, must sing.
very very nice. Randi is right. I could read it over and over. It sounds so beautiful. great job -Krissy
Beautiul text and imagery, lines are worth reading and re-reading over again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good piece Patty...your poem sings sweet...the theme is life and its wonders and you bring them in 3D...10