True interest

I had wanted to have a talk with my friend.
My friend did not understand my words.

I had wanted to express my feelings to the night wind.
It took my feelings and laughed at them.

I had wanted to add my thoughts
to the huge picture of the world.

The world went away into a new day
with a plenty indifferent people in it.

I sat down on the old bench under the big green tree.
And a little bird looked at me with true interest.