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