Leaves waving in the morning breeze, greeting me happily
with their lovely smiles, merrily taking me into skyways
of tomorrow's mornings, eventually coming around.
Living in the throes of another time, thinking in silence,
while being driven into the light of an idea whose time
has come.
Watching as it gets brighter, entirely becoming fulfilled
with it's purpose and essence, living in the presence fully
and completely, enjoying the brilliance of it's inventiveness.
Solving every problem standing in the way, becoming what it
is meant to be in the end.
Finally serving mankind for the rest of my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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