perspective...

How does it feel,
How does it feel to be
An iceberg tall, cold and solitary
The wind felt and not seen,
The waves mighty, powerful and fleeting!

How does it feel,
How does it feel to have
Everything drift away, stand your ground;
To take around those good things;
To leave behind what you brought.

How does it feel,
How does it feel to feel
The warm sun shining, the lonely drop falling
Little children giggling, leaves of trees rustling
The vast friendly seas welcoming?

How does it feel,
How does it feel to see
A baby penguin sliding down in glee
The lovely yellow silk cloth fluttering majestically
The sand beyond all the surf there is…

In compliance..

Never known to escape a smile

sat today, the child - a black cloud hovering

evaded my eyes, that sparkle

wait no further, I approached

Sought to search the missing skip, the missing prance.

Child's heart strong, I thought

little eyes distant, truth they sought

Clap of thunder brought visible shiver

fear, floom saw I in those eyes - just not by a sliver!

Read the child's mind, had I, to see

its pure heart ruffled, I'd wonder why 

In place earlier its smile, now ignored

Who moved away, who thought none?

I see the child looks away, unable to complain!

Trees wise, to me they say

the little child will do well, will learn its way

Jump not into anything

tomorrow a new day, everything new it will bring.

Grave wrong did I do; 

while I grew?

Calm, unruffled, silent pains, 

dry tears yet enjoyed those rains

forces aplenty; ever-hiding, yet sought content

whether or not it were meant!

I look around today, what I see

hard to believe I see what I see…

Unwilling I am to cry, to complain

Reason they will just go in vain!

Saying so, walked away the little child

lump down my throat, it brought

In silent prayer, I asked of the kind wind

To blow its hair gentle, to bring back the leap;

the prance, long it has been since I have seen!