Poems

Turtle

And then my fascination of flight
Lead me to my desires of travel.
Oh! How envious am I to see
Them with wings caress the clouds.
More so my envy brims
When I hear of their tales
Of lands beyond lands.

While here I am,
Home bound and bound to Earth,
With no choice to carry the burden on my back
And my feet with no choice but to carry me
Wherever these restrictive roads may lead.

Rabbit

What of the green bunny,
The one filled with glee, enthusiasm and of himself,?
What happened to him while he
Slumbered away from his unwilling forfeiture?

And what of his dreams while he
Rested beneath a golden oak tree?
Was it all planned to lull the rabbit to sleep?
Did the wind with its rustling voice sung
The hare to sleep in the symphony of leaves?
Did the branches and the clouds conspired
To give the rabbit a moment of bliss
as the rays of the sun dancing in unison
Fell to shade when it touch the hare's fur?

But what of the skirmish?
Of the loss the occurred?
Did it really mattered to the rabbit
Even if the turtle won?
It knew already whom is blessed with agility.

Plan (unfinished)

Or was it all a plot?
A conspiracy?
A predetermined outcome?
A plan...