Wind rustles the grass
as it idles past,
A bit like emotions rustling people
as life takes its toll.
It's funny how one can be happy
and another be sad,
when both persons live on
the same patch of grass.
Thousands of people
saw an apple fall from a tree,
But for only one did it it catalyse
the thought of gravity.
Maybe we ought to think harder
about the forces we see,
But then again if we don't
they will still be.
Is it a lesson to be learnt?
Or knowledge to be earned?
I do often wonder
how long it will be,
Until everything that we've come to believe
will be turned on its head
and we'll finally see,
The reason of living
so we can just be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem