Yellow Pollen
Gently falling from the tall pines.
I watch it blow like a thick dust cloud.
Gently settling on the ground below.
Again the wind blows
The pollen castes out like a net at sea.
It will be the start to life for these soon baby seeds.
Like the old pines before, larger then life.
They reach out to the clouds above.
The base is amazingly strong and large.
These pines will live hundreds of years.
They live long after we have came and gone.
I watch the pollon cast like a net at sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem, it's so beautiful. There certainly is a lot of pollen around my area, but I never though of it that way before. : -)