In the Woods

Behold the merry dandelions and the sweet smelling flowers!
Soothing is their sight and enchanting is their beauty!

As the golden hues of the sun tickle the lonely winds,
Clouds drape the azure sky, leaves flutter, and the birds sing

The quietness of the woods, the gushing waterfall, and the breeze
In these moments of solitude, of utter silence, and peace

Sits a tiny figure upon a rock, listening to nature's elegy
Thoughts as distant as this soul from its celestial reality

It tells a story of how it sings through dusk and dawn
But none heed its message because it was long foregone

It tells a tragic tale of human souls, of wanderers
Who through its wilderness with a veiled heart sauntered

Who traversed the lonely woods and the quiet rivers
But did not comprehend the silence of these reminders..

Oh, how I dread, how I fret, how I quiver;
The ending - the great mighty ending - and that lone survivor!

Hope

Another heart wounded by the storm
Another soul torn away by the wind
And behold! Yet another death.

Far across eyes gaze upward
Toward heavens they send their plea.

Earth abound is this withered soul,
With a grieving heart and this tormenting dole*.

Beautiful gifts were carefully crafted and conferred.
Yet, this soul sits upon the shore, staved and bereaved

A curious sort of bird soars cloud high,
The watcher's eyes set upon it with a sigh.

It flies over the shore, dabbling the waters
It sings to the wind, making the autumn leaves flutter.

Ah! The desire that is kindled in the heart,
The yearning for freedom, the longing to part

From the shackles of life to the bliss of the heavens,
From the dregs of ruin to the zeniths of success.

To pursue the journey to the abandoned land
To trace back the path, from where it all began.

As the sun drinks the morning dew,
And eyes too now shed tears but a few,

A promise is recalled and a smile is drawn;
''The journey has begun, it shan't be too long…''



dole* (archaic) - sorrow; mourning