Been watching, out the window.
Watching, the old north wind blow.
Watching, the skies cover the earth
with snow. And i'd been thinking, about
deep down under, and how, old roots die
and new will grow. And how some, will
live to be centuries old. Yet some will
always be around, and yet there always a
change going down.
Change of season
Change of tide
Change of orgin
Change of life, that's been, on the outside
looking in. And i'd been staring, at the
new star born, and i'd been staring, at that
old hoot owl soaring. Listening, to Papa
snoring. Watching, baby raccoons exploring.
Children playing, heaven and earth swaying.
And i'd been praying...
Thank You! ! ! Robert, For Such A Beautifully Kind Reply! ! ! ! ! Your Poetry Ever So Beautifully Flows! ! ! ! ! With Creativity, Brilliance, Wisdom And Soul! ! ! ! ! Thank You Again Ever So Much! ! ! ! ! Ever So Many Blessings! ! ! ! ! And Smiles! ! ! ! !
We observe so much and know so little This deep, deep poem creates the mood Where inner thoughts and observations, Well exteriorized, also become a theme On deep interior, personal conversation. I for one loved it. It just carried me away in meditation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank You! ! ! Sandra, For Such A Beautifully Kind Reply! ! ! ! ! Your Poetry So Beautifully Deep! ! ! ! ! With Such Soul, That Ever So Beautifully Lights And Glows! ! ! ! ! Thank You Again Ever So Much! ! ! ! ! Ever So Many Blessings! ! ! ! ! And Smiles! ! ! ! !