This morning, I sat on a cold blue chair,
As I watched the trees dancing, while the wind kept on playing..
Heard the birds chirping and my nieces giggling..
The clouds were dark this morning...
I looked up and saw them moving
One side of the earth is bright and clear
And the other covered with dark ambiguity
That's a place called ME...
The wind got colder as it touched my face,
It wanted to say something that my heart can sense..
So, I rest down a bit and let my soul listen..
There's something I musn't forget..
Then I leaned on the wall
Feeling the weight of sorrow inside me..
It didn't ask me - it never complained
Wonder how good it can be to say a word to me
Encourage and reveal the secret of being firm.
The bus came, and I had to go
We passed through beautiful trees and colourful buildings...
On my way I realized how wonderful life is!
'Till I got off the bus and gave smile to everybody,
How sweet it is to find people smiling back at me..
Life goes on...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well its true life is wonderful and how true we get caught up with things that are gone long a go.. and so often forget to live in the present.. nice creation