Love

Life’s an empty dream,

Without love and joy.

Bees love flowers.

But man loves nothing good.

He spends his time in evil,

Not in love.

The beautiful flowers, the

Bees do love,

But seem ugly to man.

The lovely spring, the

Swallows do love.

But man loves the winter,

When he can curl

And sleep for hours,

Without a thought and care,

For the people of the world.

The spring passes unnoticed,

The flowers seem ordinary,

To man, for he loves

Evil and not love.

                                                                                                  

ANUSHA.U.R.

9 yrs

Dedicated to the evil I saw in someone, someone who thought evil was good.