I Pity The Man Poem by Juan Olivarez

I Pity The Man



I pity the man, that will never see,
A butterfly dancing on air.
Or the industrious honey bee,
Carrying nectar to her lair.

I pity the man that is never at ease,
Out in the forest green.
That has no time to smell the breeze,
Where it is fresh and clean.

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