If I Be Poem by Nero CaroZiv

If I be the still and jaded rain falling,
Too tired of the world, too numb for singing mirth
And I would be falling and falling into a colossus depth
Unless you be for me the green fields calling,
Oh, be kind, be for me the earth!


And If I be the brown bird to its wings pining
Afraid to leave the nest and fly
And I would be idling and tarrying to the end of time
Unless you be the fresh calling cloud shining,
Oh, be generous, be for me the sky!


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