Looking out the window
at this gloomy, sunless day
I see the trees just as
green as can be.
Outside, I hear the sound of
No birds, Or children at play
But the beautiful sound of the
Strong wind blowing through
The dancing tree's
Is enough to make any
Broken Heart at ease.
If each day were the same for me
I truly believe I would die.
That's why is don't care for T.V
It always repeats the same things
In the world Death, War, Money
Well if that's what society wants
To dwell on that's fine with me.
But I think I'll just take my chances
With the Dancing Tree's.
Playful insight to this system of things we dwell in. Nice touch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But I think I'll just take my chances With the Dancing Tree's............wow.....that's exactly me...... excellent writing.... ;)