Loving the beauty of nature in fields of beautiful flowers
covering this earth from one side of it to the other, sight
being filled with it's wonderful colors everywhere I look.
Letting feelings rise within me of joy and pleasure, it's
funny how our sight can stimulate feelings so euphorically
at times.
How it can bring tears and sorrow to mind, making us feel in-
tensely, the pain of another when seeing them struggle through
their lives.
In the end those self-same flowers of the fields, brilliant and
satisfying to our sight, give a solemn joy to us when buying
them for those who have died.
Showing their loved ones that have been left behind how much
they were loved, sight does so many positive things in all of our
lives, I love how it does so, don't you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem