a poem of graitude

of the heavens
I experience everyday.

There are droplets of water,
each a prism.

a child’s profile.

And feelings….
all of them?

Most of them.
To feel is to live
even as a worm.

A train goes by –
a symbol of enterprise, hardwork and childhood.

We all covet success,
yet are bitter towards those
who are successful
beyond our dreams.

Facsimile of a poem by Aritsune