THE VISITORS
"I've no visitors," I complained to myself
Even though my gates and doors are open
Days,weeks and months pass by
But nobody comes.
One day,sitting in my orchard,
Lonely,gloomy and bored,
A sudden thought flashed on me,
Like lightning,and my eyes and ears opened
I heard music unheard before
I saw beauty unseen before
I realised I was naive,blind and deaf
To the visitors around me
The birds,butterflies and bees
On my trees and in the air
I hadn't heard their flappings
Their diverse music and their little quarrels
Their comings and goings
Their pecking of my ripe peaches
A new world unravelled before me
A world of freedom and happiness
Now I share their happiness,and feel
I'm not alone.
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