*View the painting by Salvador Dali before, during, and after reading this piece*
Just as frail as birth the mind starts to wander,
Living only to forget the things of the past.
Nothing to stop the time that quickly passes by.
Placing seeds in the ground,
Novel things come about,
Much work but still some play.
No worries.
Ever small
With no care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem