1985 is the year they say I have born
pretty by now many pleasant years had gone
sitting calm under the shade of a tree
I could feel the leaves dance and its full of merry
staring long...at the birds beak
I started understanding the language they speak
pretty clouds met their friends after a long ride
for me, it felt that the wind should get all those pride
when I started closing my eyes for a while
cool breeze hits me, which seems to come from river nile
when I looked above it started to rain
and I could feel those clouds sharing their pain
I don't know, what's going on...and why I am involved with nature
while walking.. heard a mild whisper which said.....cos your a poet....
..... Am I? ..
Sebastine Humaemo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poet-am-i/
