Nature

I have a story, forever untold,
I cradle it everyday,
With my heart’s desire,
Though it hurts within.
As the light fades
And the day ends,
It is enriched further.
But my tired heart rests.
Deep down, it cries and sighs,
Pines to sneak beyond the closed doors,
But, it retires till eternity,
Alone, sinned and torn for life,
But, one day here soon,
I'll be with the love of my life.

Glory

Many times life's challenges are greater than we acknowledge them to be.
Through your dreams lies destination.
A future which you control.
Possibilities of achievement lingers about.
Your dreams a mere grasp away.
Strive with all your might, don't loose faith within yourself and
sweet life shall be rewarded.
With a gentle kiss of glorified pleasures.

Believing Around

How strange that we can begin at any time.
With two feet we get down the street.
With a hand we undo the rose.
With an eye we lift up, to peace, and hold it up to the wind; white blossoms at our feet.
Like today, I started in the started with my paper and pen, wind to my back, now walking down to the park.
Amazed that sun is only so high, just couple houses down, a child is singing, and a terrier is leaping like a flea.
This way that way, we're making shadows.
Where sunlight was, making words.
Where there was only noise in the trees, the wind blows rapidly.
It's just the wind and I, nothing else, thus sparks my inspiration.

Wind

Wind blowing throught the trees,
Wind blowing the sand around.
Wind throwing the leaves,
Wind brushing the grass.
Wind push with all its might agains the rock,
Wind pushing the kite.
Wind causing friction to the air plane,
Wind breaking leaves from the tree.
Wind blowing the paper bag through the air.

Wind.

Wind is nice,
Wind can hurt,
Wind can love,
Wind can care,
But after all,
Wind is the source of energy.