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.