What do you think..
.. of all of the stars in the sky on a clear blue night?
.. of why the smell of the springtime just feels right?
.. of where the bugs all crawl out of as the weather gets warmer?
What do you think of these things, pondering in the corner?
What do you think..
.. of how long does it take to grow up?
.. of the mountains and hills and of climbing the top?
.. of where stones came to be and of why and of how?
What do you think of these things, did you then, do you now?
What do you think..
.. of the birds and the bees and the trees?
.. of why eyes must be closed when we yawn or we sneeze?
.. of when push comes to shove why we find we need strength?
What do you think of these things and of others, at length?
What do you think..
.. of the summer and greenery lush?
.. of spring, winter and autumn and of life’s endless rush?
.. of why sunsets and dawnings exhaust the soul so?
What do you think of these things, I’d much like to know.
All of these things, and some more I won’t name,
They run rounds in my mind, I’m unable to tame.
What do you think of these things, tell me now or do not,
Lest I run out of questions, or will I? I will not…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
refer to my poems, Mattias