An Apple it fell not far from a tree
And there it was lying in front of me,
An inanimate object which I then did embrace
So, I ate it as it was meant to be my place.
A dandelion was also there lying in my path
I picked and I held it against Mother Nature's wrath,
An inanimate object which was God's grace
Then I blew away its petals, and I gave it chase.
A rock was lying upon the ground
So, I picked it up as though lost property I had found,
An inanimate object again saw my disgrace
I then threw it in a pond after seeing my face.
A gun it was resting there in the field
I picked it up and then I killed,
An inanimate object then became my base
It is as though my soul had controlled and willed my race.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem