Counting each morning with grey clouds
Dark pigments of water vapor covering
The golden sunbeams 'til dusk.
Drought season has not yet ended,
But I'm quite sure of the earth's soup soon.
Foolish to think that this day wouldn't come
Wishing it be controlled with bare hands.
Who would have thought of altering His creation?
Nature is nature, that's how it works—
Balance as they call it—the nature of nature.
Still approaching. Certainly, these will come to pass.
One way or another. Weather is weather, it should be.
Silence. A gift that will set you free.
To contemplate what was and will be from me.
©Wayne
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Wayne on Foot (Poetry)
PoetryWayne on Foot is a compilation of the wild and vivid images of the author, put into writing in order for the readers feel and imagine the wonders of being an optimist person. See contents inside! A. Poetry (English, Filipino, Cebuano) B. Quotations...
