Insouciance
This morning where the thrushes sing
unseen and where the blackbirds hunt,
spring marches on relentless as
the movement on the eastern front.
Ce matin, les grives en haut
des peupliers au fil de l’eau
chantent insouciants le beau soleil,
tout comme si de rien n’était.
Lovely.
Thank you 🙂
This is getting too weird–I just wrote something earlier this morning, read it over, and added the word “insouciance” to it . 😊
Not an obvious sort of a word to be thinking of at the same time, especially not at this time!
The state of the world is so trembling on the brink, I’m not surprised our wires our crossing all the time though.
Yes, it seemed an odd one though. 😊
Very!
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Beautiful. Nature does not think about the meanings of humans. xx Michael
No, and we don’t think much about the meaning of nature either 😦
We can’t shake it from our beings..I feel the same way. (K)
I worry about the people who can.