The bear-bear is here
With its wandering eyes,
It looks to everywhere
In a searching surprise.
Dark eyes are glowing
in the dreams around,
when night's blue flowing
in searches never found.
The bear-bear is a secret
of the wild deep forestry,
where man shows neglect
and all animals are free.
The sky is afar and wide
of the never-ending space,
and love in memories hide
with flowers in many ways.
The bear-bear with its eyes
of respect to the earth,
is a fandom that never dies
but gives new spring's birth.
The myth of where we came
to dreams that are awake,
the eternal living flame
that each reality will make.
- love goes to Ben Heine for his beautiful picture, Cute Bear Portrait on flickr
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem