“Just something”
A wild path of a kite,
the rush of a waterfall,
the sparkle of light, ,
the bounce of a ball,
the blossom of a flower,
just something to be happy about.
A black and white photo of a wedding,
the joy on the couple’s faces,
the first time they went sledding,
the special place under the curtain’s lace,
the wonder of a newborn child,
just something to remember about.
A spark of life,
the cool summer breeze of the sea
severed by the cruelty of winter's sharp-edged knife,
the vibrant and rich paint slowly falling from tree,
the growth of an innocent,
just something that's about to change.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem