Poets

When rains wet the earth, That when all of creation whets their thirst, When the sun lights nature, That when trees breath deep,

Drops of water, flowing to the sea, Particles of sand, spread out hugging the beach, Seconds of time, continously ticking for eternity, As old as this temporary world.

I do not fit the classic definition of man, Man but yet not a man, ghost but yet not a ghost, My eyes look but do not see, My ears listen but do not hear,