YOU'RE LUCKY

You're lucky to feel the warmth

Of May's sun,

You're lucky to feel the pain

That you may have in your soul.

You're lucky to see the tree

That in autumn it's like sad,

You're lucky to see the lake

That looks of silver.

You're lucky to run the forest

That is big and proud,

You're lucky to walk on the alley

That is like talking to you.



19 OCTOMBRIE 2003
by ROXANA IACINTA BOGDAN