Leaves grow and wither,
The wind blows and the flowers litter,
Green pastures and perfect blooms,
Just for that moment and the end looms.
Once a mountain and now a lake,
Once a town and now a memorial,
Is it real or is it fake?
For I wonder why life is so surreal?
Our minds grows wings,
Changes direction according to the wind,
Is there a second; emotions stands still?
Just like the water which teaches tranquil.
Life; ever changing time kingdom,
Where is heaven and where is hell?
Wake up and open your eyes of wisdom,
For happiness is within the compassionate well.
Penned by Alexandar Ang 2008
Sunday, June 1, 2008
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