stev609

If I were a single leaf, up high in an oak tree, I wonder how would I perceive, the things far down below me, From my perch up there, looking out intently far and wide, Wondering whether I would care, for what lies at my side. Below me I see men, briskly walking to and fro, A continuous motion without end; a never-ending flow, Of people always moving, zooming quickly past, - Simply of life and living, passing by so fast. Each one looks so insignificant, like a speck on the sand, But am I really so ignorant, until I mistook their intent, The rage and the push, the burning desire in their eyes - The surge and the rush, to achieve som

Stev (c) 2003 This poem is dedicated in memory of William Wordsworth who wrote the excellent and famous piece of prose entitled simply... Daffodils. Friends like you are rare and few, Like a perfect golden daffodil; Friends like you are hard to find, Thus finding you makes life divine.