For Whom The Grass Grows

For whom the grass grows

For whom the river runs

For whom the wind blows?

 

For whom the roads diverge

For whom the trumpets call

For whom the tides surge?

 

For whom the stars twinkle

For whom the roses bloom

For whom the big bells jingle?

 

He stroked my hair, kissed my forehead,

Then he picked me up in his arms and said:

“For the innocence in your eyes, son.”

6 comments

  1. mashroor

    just for the eyes!!

  2. lovely poem. Very sweet.

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