If I am a tree, i would be a seed
Young and incapable of gratifying my needs
Bury me in the soil to fertilize my grit
Then find me a heat that warms out my greed
Do I envy the flowers for flirting with bees
Or imagine I am beautiful with a gown of leaves
When the river flows on top of my skin
Shall I grow having flowers with flaunting leaves
Upon the maturation of my potentiality
I aspire to bear the fruit of my fake originality
With wisdom and truth in the basket of my reality
I remembered the seed of my imbecility
BINABASA MO ANG
The Protagonist
PoetryCollection of Seasonal Sentiments and Sudden Thoughts It includes poems, essays, quotes, and realizations
