Does the rain
Really cause pain?
Should we look at it
With disdain?
For the rain
Gives life
And nothing
Can hurt it
Not even a knife.
Without rain
We’d be dead
Instead of living
Happy lives
Filled with rain
Does it really
Cause us pain?
Traveling under the cover of night
Sometimes using wings for flight
Swooping to the lake to drink
Then flying back up again
To catch some flies
Not only for themselves
But for the babies
Up above the ground so high
Like a nightmare in the sky
Flying with wings so silent
Always waiting
Always watching
Flies the bat!
There is an animal
In the Himalayas
Leaping through the snow
And will hardly ever show
It’s spotted camouflaged fur.
This elusive creature
Hunts down mountain goat
Using its grayish coat
And thick paws
Climbing almost vertically
Hunting at dawn
Here in the mountains,
Stays the elusive Snow Leopard
Something’s falling from the sky
Making a light carpet of white
Coming from an unknown height
Drifting in the wind
Then gently touching the ground
Forming a small white mound
So what is this wonder?
SNOW! SNOW! SNOW! SNOW!
Bad times are coming
From wars
To droughts
To death
To Starvation
And vacation
To giant wastelands
Filled with mud
Till there is no earth
Only a planet
Hot as a hearth!
Victory?
A soldier walks
Across the land
A rifle in hand
Standing proud and tall
Thinking of only victory.
The soldiers get in the trenches
And see the enemy
Shots are fired and shouts are heard
You cannot hear the singing bird
The soldier fires, then again
A bullet hitting a man
And he will fall
No longer standing
Proud and tall.
The soldier has won a victory
Or has he?
He has killed a man
Who he didn’t know
This will haunt him
For his life
Cutting into his thoughts
Sharp as a knife.
I’m looking for an inspiration
Wondering whether I should take
A vacation?
Something just to clear my mind
I wonder if my brain will be kind
Because right now
I need anything
To fill my mind
With clear white space
Otherwise I cannot write
And empty space will fill my mind
A giant void of nothingness
Which can be tilled
With a single thought!
In life,
There is a maze,
It might raze,
And it might raise,
But no matter what,
It will always rot,
But it will,
Still,
Go on,
Having pros and cons,
Ups and downs,
Ravines and mounds,
Valleys, mountains and all sort of things,
Maybe even,
Wedding rings,
But your life,
May have its strife,
I don’t know,
But I can show,
That its up to you,
So stop reading this,
And put on your shoes,
Start living.
The bird,
Flies through the sky,
Its Wings spread out wide,
It doesn’t need a ride,
For the ride it has,
Is itself,
And nothing better,
It could even send letters,
To people here,
And people there,
With lots of care,
And if anyone dare,
Come in his way,
He will give them,
A quite day!
For he’s on the flag,
And can strangle a snake,
But he prefers fish,
From the lake.
The bird,
Flies through the sky,
Its wings spread out wide,
It doesn’t need a ride,
For the ride it has,
Is itself,
And nothing better.
The rabbit runs through the woods,
The dog runs after the rabbit in the woods,
They run over hills,
They run into chills,
They run through meadows,
With treasures galore!
They run into some trouble,
Who scares them with a “ROAR”.
Yet they will keep going,
Over the hills and the streams,
They steer themselves in any direction,
That they choose,
After all,
They have nothing to lose.
But,
No matter where they go,
They always end up,
In the wood,
Because,
Life says they should.
