This flower does not see a bird
And strive to be so
It has no eyes
To mirror and plot
Such unmistakeable compositions
Of beak and wing
Could it all be
A happy accident of perspectives
Or could it be evidence
A cheeky clue bestowed
By an all seeing
All knowing creator of
Every thing?
I guess
It depends how you look at it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Ruby H. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks