Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Tender foot

The seasons go by without any

Words of despair it went through,

Nor does it utter the words of mercy it blessed

Upon us it’s friendly urchins.

But for this beholding beauty of nature

We the speck in this green earth

Would be a waif.

But this eternal truth is covered by a fig leaf

Namely the humans who are considered the royal species,

Who err in realizing that they r nothing but a mot in this motley of universe..... 

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