watching the clouds go by
laying in the sun.
thinking how another day is passing by.
hoping it will not be a waste.
watching as people go by
walking having fun
wondering what they feel and see.
hoping they are not a waste.
the trees grow old,
losing leaves then gaining them back.
letting you know when a new year has come,
one more year of your life.
eveything is changing
nothing is ever the same day from day.
like a cloud or a popcorn kernal
each day is different.
only one lifetime
to make it the best.
don't let it pass by,
you'll never get another.
like a passing cloud
you watched that summer day
you'll see it only once
take it in as much as you can.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem