posted on Feb, 7 2013 @ 09:04 PM
Originally posted by blazenresearcher
reply to post by Wang Tang
Ha ha...everybody Wang Chung tonigh!
Do you not look at a blade of grass...grasshopper... and know that it is thy home.
Do you not look at the morning dew drop and see the world reflected within it's almighty globe
Do you not smell the salt air and know your lungs are alive
Do you not know the treasures that surround you..dear king.
Do you not see the song of a bird, or hear the whisper of a tree...
Oh...Gee, I just made up a poem...carry on
I look at thy blade of grass, home of thou grasshoppers, and step on the blade
destroying the blade of grass, and with that, the grasshoppers home
to my pleasure and delight the grasshopper dies a meaningless death
a fitting end to a meaningless life
I look at the morning dew drop knowing it will disappear by noon
The reflection of the almighty globe gone with it
Temporary just like the grasshoppers life
I do not smell the salt air for I taste salt before I smell it
I know my lungs to be alive simply by living
I know not of any treasures that surround me
For all of my treasures are within me
I cannot see the song of a bird
For that it meant only for my ears to hear
And I know for a fact that trees can't talk
And even if they did we could not possibly understand
For how can we, human beings
relate to creatures of no meaning