does not a mountain know
that it is a river?
and the tree knows
that it is the sky!
the butterfly is sure that
it is the leaf turning color
in autumn's passion,
and the cloud is happy
to be a cave....
then why are we so damn confused?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is funny and oddly enough true...pehapes we see things diffrently than most people...I mean look at animals basic in sirvival...the know what to eat the know what not to eat...simple...their lives are based on their needs and wants...why cant we do the same...simplicity in its self...just thinking out loud...sorry...smiles...waves...ta ta.