When the two stones were flicked,
The first fire was born on the chest,
Of the earth, human not astonished,
But felt victorious, to create what created,
By the nature as they knew the forest,
And bush fire that cleared the land,
For them to have the newly developed,
Land millions of years ago, when they,
Innocently mimicked what animals,
Had done by singing the songs of the jungles,
Crawled like a millipede in vibrant colors,
Observant like an eagle to snatch their victims,
Patient as the storks, waiting near the ponds for fish,
Frugal as the ants and bees to save, not to starve,
Cunning as the fox, to steal someone's wealth,
Dutiful as the Lioness, that hunts and shares,
When they couldn't fly as the birds,
A few started to think and let their,
imagination to touch the sky and celestial objects,
the land and oceans of the world,
conceived the ideas in the hearts and mind,
repeated repetition of verses,
born as the poems to share and enjoy.
Beautiful work! as the first line gripped the mind and the reading followed, well-conceived, and well-presented philosophy behind the origin of poem...giving a poem a status as well! nice poem about poem itself! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like the Origin of Species, your origin of poems spells wonder and truth! A great write!