WHY I DON’T SEE
Narrates my friend, dew drops, green grass,
Rose buds, fragrance, fashion, notion etal
Everything beautiful or dull, beautifully.
I move in the grass, bushes, snow and crevasses
And all in around and across to feel them
No, I see no dew, dawn, dusk , dull or pretty
I wish to bring out in duty though.
Not that they hide from me, but that
we play hide and seek, and I search always
my eyes (inner) are not open to see them
Dew don’t come to me to hug me alone
Dawn don’t wake me, if I act asleep fast
As I move, I splitter dews that glitter
I break them, before see or feel its beauty
So I won’t see them ever utter in nature
My morning pleasure is my need to mend
For a walk on the black road broad to breath
Where sun light can’t reflect rays that rise
Where dew can’t glitter like glass on grass
Where wheels sway long before dawn is on
Bats, rats, cats and cuckoos I search to reach
Where trees , their dwellings are no more
Nocturnal they are and blind I am in mind
Turn off my computer, and turn to woods
Try to open my eyes and look at nature old
I touch the grass smoothly, dew falls slowly
Slowly that I see it’s full blend and splendor
To narrate dawn, dew and all in its duty
Come out of me as I feel them foremost
Not in animation, but in original in nature.
Inherit the feel of it, to cohorts to come
Be not blind to see nature to venture into
narrate and relish in ethics ethnic entire
To know nature to sense feelings felt
Be sensitive to take pain to share love of nature
ANNIE JOSEPH
