When an egg hatches <br />and a young bird is out, <br />when a Joey peeps out of pouch, <br />and has the first sight of the world, <br />when an infant matures <br />riding a host of feelings, <br />when ants march slowly <br />such a long queue, <br />when the volcanic eruption <br />balances the water on the earth, <br />when the sun folds its wings <br />under the ocean in the west, <br />I see you well <br />on the wings of amazement, <br />now I can see <br /> waves touching the shore again <br />effacing the distorted lines, <br />the sun goes down, <br />the orange color water, <br />blazing the unwavering surface, <br />it goes down silent, <br />in an unending canvas <br />a drop of time sketches <br />by spreading orange <br />the unhesitant birds <br />that fly to their nest <br />and the earth on its way, <br />I can see the sea <br />calm and clear <br />at the bottom <br />the randomly shaped pearls, <br />stones, sea animals, plants, <br />fish and poisonous beings <br />moving tangled <br />towards their own targets <br />the happiness and sorrow <br />play hide and seek <br />the experiences of life <br />purge me <br />reinforce me <br />to face the fickleness of life <br />in the lightning flash of life <br />the stars descend <br />into the ocean <br />in silence.<br /><br />p a noushad<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rectitude/
