RED ROSE
Blushing slowly,
Unfurling gently,
Whisper soft,
Soon she grows.
Suitors come,
One by one,
For age has marked her,
The glory of blood red.
Experience hardens,
Makes self protective,
Green thorns strengthen,
Let few get to her.
With age, beautiful exterior falls away
But the brown thorns remain
Even if sweet flower withers away...
COST OF PROGRESS
What is progress?
If it works this way,
City dweller by day
Though heart in village stays.
One day to return
Expecting small familiar roads,
Dirt and grass runs,
Nature's beauty abound;
Deep blue river flowing fast,
A hope that it'll all last.
Hopeful return,
But leave in shock;
Roots destroyed,
What have we lost?
Cost of progress
A broken tar road,
Cost of progress
A mediocre school.
Aping the city,
Village lost its way;
Age old traditions,
Has it all gone astray?
WHAT YOU ARE TO ME
Feathers fall
Like the rain,
Pillow fights
Are never the same,
Bright blue eyes
You stare at me,
Waiting to jump
As if you don't know me.
Child, don't you know
That we are one?
And will be so
Till time is done?
You are part of me
Wild and bright,
Sudden sadness -
Have I been right?
Soon enough
You will have to leave,
Be stronger than now
More beautiful to see.
Now yet we have
Our pillow fights,
For a few more years
I will hold you tight...
Still I'll let you be
All might and rights,
Oh my child,
What you are to me.
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