UNTITLED
Can you see the snowy hills,
and the beauties of the flowery field?
Can you see the golden sun, the silvery stream,
and the virgin forest that is evergreen?
Can you see the children having fun,
and the innocence looks, upon their blissful faces?
Yes you can, but no I cant.
Can you hear the hissing geese,
and the whispering of the gentle breeze?
Can you hear the roaring sea, the buzzing bees,
and the songs of the nightingale, upon the rustling tree?
Can you hear the children having fun,
and the laughter with their childhood friends?
Yes you can, but no I cant.
Wrote this in 1992. I have not find a suitable title for this poem
yet. Any good suggestions?
