AK (July 15 1964 / Sao Paulo Brazil)

Written In March

The cock is crowing,
The stream is flowing,
The small birds twitter,
The lake doth glitter
The green field sleeps in the sun;
The oldest and youngest
Are at work with the strongest;
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising;
There are forty feeding like one!

Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The plowboy is whooping- anon-anon:
There's joy in the mountains;
There's life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone!

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Read a number of these poems but none seem to address where I am. Maybe loneliness is a different grief for everyone suffering and they all must write their own poems?
What a great poem! ! thank u! ! ! !
Many friend man Discard this world Ugly