That's Funny, Is Not It? The Whole Of Nature Calls Me Poem by MARIE CLAIN

It's funny when sadness is my perfume
The small leaf jigged by the wind
Waved me to play with her

It's funny when sadness is my protector
The tree stands in front of me
Waved me to snuggle up against him

It's funny when the sadness gilds my hair
The butterfly stammering its first flight
Waved me to take a seat on his back

It's funny when sadness becomes the glare of my eyes
The flower dancing the farandoles
Invite me to take his leaves to make me twirl

It's funny when sadness takes the taste of the intoxication of life
The gentlemen and ladies green and burning beauty
My sadness becomes a restful happiness for my soul

Gratifying the wisdom of this time
Calming me in the ripples of my soul
Whispering low in the echoes of my soul

"It's funny, but we love each other
Take your sadness and bring it to us
We will do your mirth. "

I sailed between peace and warmth

That's funny, is not it?