Today I greet the daybreak,
wondrously clear, misty,
and full of promise.
Then therein lay a quite song.
It lies discreet, hustled,
amongst a barren land rustling,
amongst the windy seas howling.
That song of the past,
once was, yes,but will it be?
Rustic memories flying past;
Nostalgia, Camaraderie, Friendship.
The warmth of emotions and feelings overwhelm,
enthralling, inspiring, motivating.
And then,
That was when I remember,
that cry of one's surrender.
picture and poem
credits to miao. (chris)
i like this poem. reminds me of cedar really