The sage he sits and contemplates
and doesn't have a mobile phone, switched on, vibrate
why.....can't.... I?
The birds at dawn wake up and sing
and soar up high into a pale, and light blue, sunny sky
why.... can't....I?
The trees they rest and bear their fruit
without the need to search, and find, and look
why.... can't.... I?
The poets tell us to take time
to stand and stare, no longer full of, binding cares
why.... can't....I?
The lover walks and seldom talks
absorbed in love, and not, in thoughts
why....can't.... I?
The flowers bloom and blossom as they grow
even in the coldness, of soft melting, snow
why can't I?
The images you create of nature are fantastic. More importantly I like the expression of limited human ability. Thoughtful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a lovely melodious write David, one feels like singing along to it. Great contents and a pleasure to read. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX