What Shalt Happen?
Oh what does it mean to see?
To feel, to hear, to smell, to be?
Oh what shalt happen to ye, when thine shalt not see?
When thine will not see the earth quake, or the lava fall,
When thine will not see the tears and smiles of loved ones?
Oh what shalt happen to thine if ye can not hear?
Cannot hear the crying of a hapless kitten,
Thrown into dumps, And the sounds and laughs of loved ones?
Oh what shalt happen when thee faces smell, agone?
Not smelling the colorful fragrance of flowers,
And the aroma of food made by loved ones?
Oh what shalt happen to thee when ye faces danger,
And existence has been disarrayed,
Disengaged from thine’s own loved ones?
So, beware thee, because oft have ye displaced,
Thee’s loved one’s advice. Now, to warn I articulate–now to warn, I write.