In our busy world, we rarely see
what is right before our eyes.
The sky that leaks its teardrops
to cleanse and refresh the day.
The two hearts that beat as one
before one of them has to go away.
The patterns of a snowflake
on a wintry day.
The turning of each season
that passes on its way.
We rarely see the things we should
that help to shape our lives
as we are trapped on the treadmill
of earning money to pay our way.
One day we may notice them
when we step off the treadmill
letting the rest of the world
go on its merry way.
Then we will see what we rarely see
the life and love we are living.
14 July 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
David, you create the most colourful worlds I've had the pleasure of reading...loved the concept to this piece my friend...very well composed.....all with the feelings of nature...the beauty to which many are so blind....10+++