Grass gives in to the wind
But they are weeds
Rocks give in to the water
But they are dead
Trees give in to the fire
But they are old
People give in to the mind
As they were told
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i don't know if i'm taking this correctly, but i think your almost describing us a gullible. correct me if i'm wrong. what drove you to write this? Be Different. Be You. Elizabeth