When we look at the world,
it seems we live in a desert:
heat of loneliness, of greed
But above the sand in our desert,
hang some soft, beautiful clouds.
Soon the clouds will rain out
with droplets of 'nice and kind'
drops of generosity and peace
Blades of grass will grow on the sand.
first a few, but it will keep raining.
Magic drops turning into more grass.
Soon the sand will be covered
by an adorable carpet of grass
from which flowers of love spout
A magnificent garden of happiness
for everyone, in the world to enjoy.
The hot sand of greed gone for ever!
It reminds me when I was in the Negev desert it rained and all the desert flowers came out. Lovely poem brought back memories.10.
Wonderful like you always share...tenderness is part of your poem i must say that! :)
Let the rain of love and compassion fall down in torrents to make our arid land once more fertile! A poem so positive showering down a lot of positive energy! A 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a beautiful sustained metaphor, Aufie! It's true - those clouds are there and nothing can stop them from raining down. We shall indeed enjoy a garden of happiness.