A fallen twig I am
Who does care.
Walk over me and I'll be buried
And the land be left bare.
So like me you will end
And be buried in the depths of the ground.
Just like me you will be trodden
And will never be found.
The end will catch you at any rate
And bury you in its arms.
The men will die and so will rise
But I don't have a chance.
But once gone men can never stand
The ones buried in the earth.
The men's soul departs into the end
Then takes a new birth
But what saves me
What gives me a chance to live
Maybe the mysterious thing over the seas
Maybe a chance he can give
Just like as they say
The mysterious thing at the bay
The thing which blows everything in its way
The wind…. Will carry me away
Over the seas, over the valleys
To a new land of happiness
Over the tides, over the ocean
Away from all the sadness
The wind…. Will carry me away
The wind will carry me away….
Excellent write: perfect layout, tone, mood, word picture. Thanks for your comments and ratings on my poem called Gideon Valley.
Excellent write: perfect tone, rhythm, mood. Thanks for your comments and ratings
A very nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing it with us. E.K.L.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A tad repetitive, but nice poem...