Sprouting seeds
new born leaves
heeding the weather
casting all asunder
Promising buds
caroling birds
rejoicing in the sun
having fun
I pause amidst the crowd
of rushing humanity
looking up at the clouds
soaking in the insanity
In the promise of spring
I recall yonder years
the laughter that rings
drowning the tears
I walk on with a dance in my steps
I hear the sounds of claps
I see my smiling face
I say my grace
Leaving insanity be
I choose my destiny
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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