i saw a small boy...
sitting in the dirt,
underneath an old tree,
playing with sticks.
he was making them
talk to each other,
as if they were human...
perfectly content,
with a lot of imagination,
with very few needs.
and it made me stop and think...
what do we really need?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really all we need is love, my little daughter likes nothing better than pushing a toy car to me, then I push it back to her, she'll sit for hours doing that. A great poem.