Passing A Bridge Poem by Andre Jose Surigao

As I pass'd on a bridge so long,
Enjoying the view, the flowers,
The flowers vowed. They sang a song,
As I pass'd on a bridge so long,
The nature pass'd all their powers
To myself as I came along.

The river below was sparkling,
The view on the top was serene,
I, with myself, was muttering,
'cause of the view I was seeing,
I formerly used to be mean,
But now I'm a human being.

As I pass'd on a bridge so wide,
Completely changing me, myself,
Because in here it cleared my mind,
And in here I completely find,
That the former me had melt,
And finally I became kind.