Predicament

when the poet shall silence his voice and thought And the flowers never bloom again... When the mountains shall shake of pains, And the Sun goes up melancholic To warm the birds that shall not sing anymore... When the beautiful spring Shall turn into a crude winter... When the night shall seem much longer, And the sea shall become quieter At any given time.... When the wind jealously Shall set itself apart to let the nostalgic trees Strip their leaves as a symbol Of rebelliousness... When there shall not be a fragile smile Pasted on a child's face, And One's heart shall not beat like a drum anymore.. When there shall not be a radiant moon Inspiring all the lovers of the world.... And the stars shall shine very dim As a sign of sadness.... Then, man shall learn to be faithful to God and himself, And walk freely through a path of peace and dignity... Then, he shall again be proud of himself And proud also of his fellow human beings... To whom he shall give flowers Instead of thorns... COPY WRITE©2009