Why doesn’t this happen to you?

“The breeze flies past me,
It touches me like a ghost, makes me shiver.
But why doesn’t this happen to you?
It excites every tree
And the black water in the silent river
But why doesn’t this happen to you?

In the bluish-black night sky
That you yourself have lit
Clouds try to hide your light
Apparently making you feel shy
They, themselves, closely knit,
To darken the beautiful night.

I sway along and so my moods do,
But why doesn’t this happen to you?

Why are you just there where you were when I was swung by the breeze?
Why doesn’t your light move with the vapourous cotton crossing your path with ease?
Don’t you feel lonely in the barren plain sky with only a few fixed stars?
Don’t you want to go around and have fun and play on the planet of Mars?”

“No! I don’t feel lonely.
The breeze doesn’t brush me aside
It pats me while on the glide
As if I’m a baby in a pram.

The clouds do not hide me,
They come over for a party.
I do not shiver in the wind’s cold
For, to stay in my place I’m told.

I do not feel lonely at all.

I have myself to have fun
And of course, in the morning, the sun.
Like sitting down there, you enjoy natural sights,
I enjoy people like you all around the globe, the glamour, the lights.
And this is what makes life interesting here.
I wonder too,
Why doesn’t this happen to you?”