Amidst the bounties of nature
Lies a place for the heart so pure:
On the hill the grass feels the care;
On the trees the birds we can hear;
Along the creek the sweet spring flows;
Across the field the soft wind blows;
Over the plain the sun is bright;
The golden grains reflect the light;
Flowers in bloom diffuse their scent
That air can be as it was sent;
On the ground they all weave a home
Standing still in the years to come;
It nourishes the mind and soul
Like how the rain quenches the soil;
Let a pure heart grow in this kind;
Truth and bliss are what he shall find.
BINABASA MO ANG
Kurit and Other Poems
PoetryA poem is partly like a recipe. A poet has to have a cupful of experiences, a spoonful of creativity, a tinge of inspiration, and a bit of solitude. These pieces are combined and mixed without any external stirring but by a mere desire for self-expr...
