I wonder why the grass is green
And why the wind is never seen?
Who taught the birds to built a nest
And told the trees to take a rest?
O, when the moon is not quite round
Where can the missing bit be found?
Who lights the stars, when they blow out
And makes the lighting flash about?
Who paints the rainbow in the sky
And hangs the fluffy clouds so high?
Why is it now, do you suppose
That dad won’t tell me if he knows?
because all wise older men and woman know that the young must find there own answers…….. they can only guide us when its most needed
Because many things are best experienced. It is only in this precise method perhaps that one can truly experience it the way it was meant. i’ve always wondered about birds though. so fascinating they are and beautiful in every sense of the word. xx Oroma
older you are
younger you become
i’ve always wondered about birds though. so fascinating they are and beautiful in every sense of the word. Oroma
Make me think about the movie of Pier Paolo Pasolini “Birds, littles and bigs”.
i am wondering as well
Great staf….first recited this poem when I was 10 in 1998
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