My Poetries

Light and Darkness

With a panting grunt, the farmer hauls up another large pile of hay with his plug and deposits it with the rest of his friends in line. Beads of sweat trickled his forehead. He exhaustingly wipes the strips of sweat off from the back of his hand, then, nestles himself on the sandy ground. Leaning his tense back against the coarse and hard brick wall. He inhales the sweet, exquisite taste of honey with a combination of vanilla. Exhaling the devoured and eaten odor that satisfied his rumbling tummy.

He can't help but gawk at the illuminating sunlight, exposing It's great fierce energy on the elements of the world. Penetrating the reflecting sun rays. As if waiting for the right moment of strike on the weakest of them all. The farmer narrowed his eyes at the yellow star. Then advances them on an old hoary tree. A tree with dark and coarse twigs, feathering around his hands of his other tree friends. With pursed lips, the farmer takes into further account of this tree. The tree is displayed in an intimidating stance, towering over the smallest like a skyscraper. His friends all spotted and encompassed in an inch by inch, body to body crowd. Their yellow hue of flaky skin illuminating through the now scarcely shown sunlight. Night is ready to set upon the sky and over the world. But not yet!

 A sea of leaves are all scattered and pitched down on the mother earth's land. The farmer sees no sign of any other leaves gripped on the tree's branch.. But for just one. Whom is patiently awaiting for the darkness to appear in this beautiful world of Eden. Devouring the effulgence of gold, replacing with dust and ashes. The farmer can't help but let his eyes glue themselves to this surviving friend of the tree. Half slanting with its hand, begging to not let go. Its form all moulded and crispy. The farmer stares at the poor thing with a glint of sympathy sparking from his chocolate orbs. He wishes for it to not let go and join his dead friends in the cold dark ground. However with just his luck, the poor friend involuntarily lets go, cascading in a dangerously slow fall as if watching a slow dramatic fall of a film character. It bids the tree his final and lasting goodbye , eventually joining his already dead friends.

 Now darkness is reborn, oppressing the green world. Eden has now sank to grief. A grief of full torture from aging. Complete silence slowly levels and engulfs the farmer's sight and surroundings... The farmer reminisces and outlines what he had just seen and realizes as dawn goes down to day, nothing gold can stay.