I asked him, "When will life be easy?"
He smiled, like a breeze chuckles at the flower, and answered,
"When is life, easy, dear one?
When are stars on the ground?
When does the ocean lie in the desert?
When does the brain beat and the heart think?
When do flowers grow and trees bloom?"
"But that's crazy!" I laughed.
"Well it is", he smiled back.
He held my hand, and further said,
"But it's still, a beautiful day,
Even when flowers are buds,
They're still gay!
Hope, my li'l one,
Keep the hopes...