So Many Things
So many things I have to know.
I'm peeping thru a little window,
And watch a tree, a flying bird,
Small sky and a building's part.
So many things I have to know,
But, I have only a little window.
I suck the color of the sky,
And call the bird as I wish to fly.
I draw a tree looking at that tree.
Thus I everyday set me free.
So many things I come to know,
I have a little space though.
I keep bread on the sill of the window,
A crow picks and calls the other crow.
They gather and take bread one by one,
And fly away when left is none.
That bird has a nest and nestlings,
For them in her mouth she food brings.
They open their mouths and say caw, caw,
Theirs is the same as human law.
Sometimes it seems they quarrel aloud.
Fighting with each other they shout.
But, often I see them to cry,
If they see their fellows to die.
The building's part never give me joy.
The fraction of Nature I only enjoy.
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