Naturally…

To live It is commonplace too Who decided Past human beings Naturally The sun shouts The moon whispers Where is the cloud from? Naturally life is Animals child It is too commonplace But the flowers bloom Show beautiful figure Even if the world ends Try to tell Even though death comes to me Flowers are cut To be handed I was blooming until a while ago What I wanted was not me Past flow Absolute one Absolutely Nothing There are Naturally made From long ago ... The poet ~ Now person ...