Now, You Are Too Occupied Poem by Hebert Logerie

Now, you are too busy for me.
You've found the shadow of a new tree.
I can only wish you good luck;
Since you cannot find time to talk.

You no longer find time to be with me.
You've left with the wind of the sea.
You no longer miss my scent, my humor;
I have no choice but to ride the roller coaster.

Let the river flow, let the soft wind blow.
The dust will settle on the soil. Let it snow.
Let the ostriches fly, there is a tomorrow.

I can handle my sweet pain and my sorrow.
Now, you're too occupied, you must move on.
This is a point of no return, this is a new season.