from yesterdays
tomorrows come
and hidden seeds
sprout forth their bloom
for steadfast are they
in the rain
they learn the sun
upon their face
Yesterday's tomorrow's would have been lovely had they happened.
What is life then, if not first sowing, then reaping, whether an individual or all of humanity. Ah, but I understand the sentiment David!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simply AMAZING!
Thanks so very much, Richard