To a meadow full of flowers, everything means nothing, <br />Life gets so easy, just rolling down the hills. To a flower in the meadow, I know you just sit there, <br />And though you do not understand me, <br />You are much more friendly than the pills. To the sky above, you sit there so serene, <br />However, I ignore you, know not what you mean. And still the picture is not clear, the pieces I can see, <br />But the whole is not yet there. To the deer in drinking slow the brook, <br />At least you know not the pain that I have took. To the future yet to be, I am alive, <br />And always alive shall be, till the time I cannot see.<br /><br />Adam Pfaff<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/untitled-75/
