The green of grass seems more profound than me,
And the blueness of sky is excellently
Of more brilliant a topic than I can ever be.
The graceful butterfly that flies to and fro
Oe'r a carpet of many colored blooms truly shows
He's more perfect a subject for a poem, you know.
So my lines rarely start with the selfish I,
I find more interest in things that catch my eye,
Writing about them is a joy I can't deny.
Vast is the range for a delightful discourse
Around us are the subjects, our writing source,
They'll grace our lines well.... if we choose them, of course.
All rights reserved~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~06.10.15
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem