Modern Poetry My Choice

I will give up being aloof,

I choose to turn into drops of light rain falling down to earth.

If you want to ask me why,

Please look at those lush lives,

That is my answer.

If I were a river,

I would give up running to the sea,

I would choose to turn into a sweet spring and flow into the wheat fields.

If you want to ask me why,

Please listen to the farmer uncle’s joyful laughter,

That is my answer.

If I were a Ganoderma lucidum plant,

I would give up a long life,

I would choose to turn it into drops of medicinal soup and pour it into my mouth.

If you want to ask me why,

Please look at the smiling face of the recovering patient,

That is my answer.

If I were a piece of ore,

I would give up peace and comfort,

I would choose to melt it into a furnace and turn it into hot molten steel.

If you want to ask me why,

Please look at the high-rise buildings,

That is my answer.

If I were a white dove,

I would give up playing freely,

I choose to never stop holding the olive branch to

You have to ask me why,

Please look at those children who have suffered from war

They are playing happily,

Then , is my answer.

Life is an endless multiple-choice question,

Moving forward? backward? To the left? To the right?

If you have lost your way, take a look at the truth, goodness and beauty in your heart

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That is your answer.