As I burned the midnight candle.
Dawn has arrived from weeping,
Crystal silhouette in the meadow;
Pen – touching a white paper.
Blank notes, nothing to hide,
Like a barren land.
Clouds kissing the mountain,
Like aperture the sun peeked through.
Investigating the valley of chaos,
Analyzing; as mankind dialogue with nature.
Some sensitive to its habitation,
Galloping, and panting for submission
That nature is calling him to yield;
While others disgusted.
Storming into wild panic
Running-away – they go.
In the foothills, with no where to go,
Lost like a child, fear upon their face.
The whisper of breeze
Suffocate their ego.
Thunder storms in life betrayed them.
While law makers sit in
Dialoguing with each other,
No where to find their common ground.
« return.