Why Innocents? Poem by Edmond Rand

Consciousable honey flying above an unknown real flowers
Therefore, when the sun arise, it ask itself: is there any
Other flowers hide from this hermit memory here?
As soon as it received a response from itself, a million
invisible flyable insects carry a million of moon flowers from
Unknown far garden.Sleep upon its heads and making noise:
Do nothing except singing, expect dreaming,
Innocent honey

Humanity,
One unconsciousable invisible creature loose
From its beginning and become a wise bird
Wander about in the forests of foreigners,
Waking up in the morning, ask itself: is there
Any inartificial silence in the quiet valley
Still mountain, peaceful river of this green
Earth?
Perhaps, say a hope unto a despair,
Perhaps, if you can greet the stillness of amazing quiet green
Or beautiful nature with broken heart of obedience,
Hard! Say the unbeliever despair, hard, if the real silence which
The copy of sleep awake is yet as a leaves carried by wind,
Innocent bird,


Feelingable hearts, only offspring of singleness, look for a flowers to
Carry with it a burden of silence or love's hope?
Which is the little hope carry an heavy world of love,
Behold, its future, appears in the night of baby black cat's world
Wrestle with midnight,
And who might be the winner between them,
Is it the little animal still hold is little believable light or the black storm already beaten?
Ask yourself.
notwithstanding, innocent heart

23 December 2016
Edmond Rand