simple sparks ignite
the smallest flames,
which grow to unquenchable fire
as soft breezes meet
and shake hands,
uniting to form hurricanes
so it is with deeds,
for each small sin brings
a trail of havoc,
if not contained
when sun has set,
the darkness rest
on those young in age
so, sons and daughters, guard your steps,
and place each footprint with care,
this road is crooked through and through,
full of sorrow and despair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is great wisdom in this poem Andy. Yes, the young and innocent to have to be careful as they are prone to 'test the waters' and sometimes fall flat on their face. The last stanza is particularly with the thyme rounding off the concept. 10 love Karin