Born of thunder, storms you stride,
Your flesh with earth does coincide.
Eyes aglow with the universe vast,
Heart beating steady, in time steadfast.
Ocean's embrace, both joy and dread,
Humid heat, your restful bed.
Typhoons swirl, yet hope they bring,
Strength and beauty, in you they sing.
Child of this land, under sun's decree,
Guided by stars, wild and free.
Bughaw grants peace, serene and true,
Pula warns, a caution for you.
Child of mine, and of lineage grand,
Love abounds, across the land.
May you cherish yourself, and those ahead,
In love's embrace, forever tread.
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Those Things You Call A Poem
PoetryJust a collection of my in and out creativity. This is my rant area so warning, it's cringe, and emo, and just a mess.
