Poems part three

Face to face with life, we are frail beings.
But life is neither strong or frail.
Summer is not strong, winter is not feeble
And man follows naturally the seasons of his body.
What is the point of wanting to be strong?

We are so insignificant.
Yet we are able to make the moon cry…

A simple drop of water can save a man lost in the desert.
Don’t waste the present moment….