From grass i will retain my ears
although i`ve gone for years
i will not black jack Nicolaus
when i`m gone i will applause
i faded from my white to dark
yet from a seedling i shall spark
for though i`m gone
still you will find
some piece of mind
like nothing`s ever done
alike, the same nor it ever will
instill a blessing in my name
respect the dead instead
for we are -dead but never deaf-
spread on mother nature`s skin
in rivers, sounds, and food
in thoughts we still remain
regaining time by time again
a little consciousness
sometimes misunderstood.
12-07-2014 Madrason
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem