Die Lewe Van N Tuinker Abouter
Ek staan in die middel buildings streets traffic coldness.Ek wens 다 kon se dat 다 op n groen tuin staan met roos bushes all around me, like I used to 50years ago
Elke oggend en aand het ek n refreshing shower of dew drops. The rushing of the willow trees woke me up en put me to sleep into the romatic night with stars watching out for me overhead. I miss those times of 50 years ago
I am a porcelain gardengnome. A valuable heirloom that guarded my masteres garden for 3 gnerations. I was handmade by the chinese porcelainmaker and got imported all the way to bakerfield.
Now I am standing on the empty cold balcony in Paris. You say Romantic..no goodness no! It’s far away from thoses picturesque images you have postcards od the eiffel tower. In your What epople don’t see is the grey builng just behind that eiffel tower releasing those deathly clouds of gases, namely carbondioxide. Mostly people are too busy to see the beaty in manmade things that thy see no faults in them.
This world usedto be such a beautiful place filled with riches of nature and proplre living without harming the nature unless absolutely necessary but now, human being are just way stepping the line and making this planet into a mess.Business, entertainment but once it’ ruined the greed for materialialism isnt going to help retrieve the eath.It will be too late.I don’t want the earth to feel bare dirty and broken like a do I once used to serve 3 generations of masters guarding their well looked after garden filledwith the duft of flora but it was replaced wuth a grotesque –roperty and now im looking out the the polluted surroudings of the eiffel tower half fearing and waiting for the day my new masters child to walk into the balcony and “accidentally” smashing me. No im not crying. The acidic air is making my eyes just water
Ek staan in Die middel van geboue,strate, verkeer, die koue en geluide.
Ek is ook gekraak, oud en koud.
Ek wens ek kon sê dat ek met roosbome rondom my omring is, soos ek was
Elke oggend en aand het ek n refreshing shower of dew drops. The rushing of the willow trees woke me up en put me to sleep into the romatic night with stars watching out for me overhead. I miss those times of 50 years ago
I am a porcelain gardengnome. A valuable heirloom that guarded my masteres garden for 3 gnerations. I was handmade by the chinese porcelainmaker and got imported all the way to bakerfield.
Now I am standing on the empty cold balcony in Paris. You say Romantic..no goodness no! It’s far away from thoses picturesque images you have postcards od the eiffel tower. In your What epople don’t see is the grey builng just behind that eiffel tower releasing those deathly clouds of gases, namely carbondioxide. Mostly people are too busy to see the beaty in manmade things that thy see no faults in them.
This world usedto be such a beautiful place filled with riches of nature and proplre living without harming the nature unless absolutely necessary but now, human being are just way stepping the line and making this planet into a mess.Business, entertainment but once it’ ruined the greed for materialialism isnt going to help retrieve the eath.It will be too late.I don’t want the earth to feel bare dirty and broken like a do I once used to serve 3 generations of masters guarding their well looked after garden filledwith the duft of flora but it was replaced wuth a grotesque –roperty and now im looking out the the polluted surroudings of the eiffel tower half fearing and waiting for the day my new masters child to walk into the balcony and “accidentally” smashing me. No im not crying. The acidic air is making my eyes just water
Ek staan in Die middel van geboue,strate, verkeer, die koue en geluide.
Ek is ook gekraak, oud en koud.
Ek wens ek kon sê dat ek met roosbome rondom my omring is, soos ek was