“The less you do, the less you or think or feel or breathe or exists, the better.” We all need some shade but I don’t like shade, I am the one who loves sun…….this poem I dedicate for that one shady person who has known me,nurtured me….even though I always had shade…the rays of the sun seemed much more interesting for me…
A while ago, I saw her dressed in green, so fair she might have weakened in a stone,
This love which I do feel even for her shade, And therefore, as one woos a graceful lady,
I wooed her in a field that wall all grass grid,
Led about with every lofty hill,
Yet shall the streams turn back, and climb up the hills, before love’s flame in the damp,
Wood and green burn, as it burns with a youthful lady,
For my sake would sleep away in a stone, my life or feed like beasts upon the grass,
Only to see her garments cast a shade…
When on her hair she sets a crown of grass,
The thought has no more room for others,
Because she weaves the yellow with green so well that,
Love that has shut me in among low hills,
Faster than between walls of granite-stone,
The love sits down there in shade….
P.S-We all miss you Mom…..waiting to be with you soon!!!