The gaze which stares
at the world
So curious and
bedazzled by the stillness of nature
And horrified by man’s
careless footsteps
Over the mowed lawn,
Petrified by the
indifference with which one treats his fellow man
Yet puts man on a
pedestal,
Floats steadily on the
ocean of truth,
Unmoved in essence,
yet squeezing tears of innocence
Against the cold wind.
The rejuvenating rain
makes it blink, in a frenzy of pleasure
Dreaming of more rain
Thanking the sky
Watching the
reflection of divinity foreshadow its ascent.
