we get blinded by the rage of our
own biases
our own prejudices are monsters within us
eating us slowly
until we disappear from the face
of our reasons
the wise man says
it is destiny, there is nothing to worry
nature is just fulfilling
what the stars have drawn
in the skies of your
very own palms
when all of them is taken away
it is nature that is claiming its prize
but soon nature returns back
what was painfully taken
in joys doubled and even tripled
look at the rivers now
aren't they seductive with their own clarity?
look at the trees
some leaves are beginning to grown on their bald branches
the fish are showing their colored scales
and the moss are growing their greenish hairs
the children have arrived with their boats and paddles
ready for another sail another swim
they are our new divers to claim their new pearls
the women are singing and the lovers are following them
the old are settled on their chairs and listening to the old
songs of the winds
another new beginning
the past is now forgotten.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem