On isle away from mainland
in solitude, reaching high altitude
grand vision of own attitudes
own talents lying like dormant seeds
A little study of nature
a little water, care and nurture
a little determined effort
finding ways not for comfort
Only to be comfortable with own
seeds I found were sown
In forest of own random thoughts
finding ways to win without fights.
Talents when grow into large trees
under which grow no weeds
In small garden, no shade of trees
valuable herbs under weeds
Virtue is a war, if not we take care
In us we have philosopher's stone
Let natural talents grow, let
mind learn to appreciate them in others.
Dedicated to Dr. Jane Goodall
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well written! and Yeah Jane G! thanks