When the morning sun ascends,
And the cocks begin to crow
Whilst the mists fall from a bough,
They welcome and wake us up;
So when you feel the sun's ray
'Tis time to rise and pray.
When the cloudy sky turns dark,
And the cold breeze starts to blow,
Sooner or later will show
Tiny showers we call rain;
So when the sky is gloomy,
Stay neath a canopy.
When the guava tree bears fruits,
Which then begin to ripen
And later become rotten,
It reminds us of seasons;
So when a near fruit turns sweet,
You must not miss a taste.
When the night closes the day,
And the stars start to frolic
To the cicadas' music,
They give a refreshing yawn;
So when the moon comes to peep,
You must now go to sleep.
BINABASA MO ANG
Kurit and Other Poems
PoesíaA 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...
