T'was after dawn,
The waves crashed on,
The sound of silence declining,
By the increase of the waves enjoying.
Thou shall feel the light breeze,
Which come across with guarantees,
Guarantees full of happiness were they,
Followed by the sun, ready to play.
Honks of cars emerge with the farewell of the morning dew,
People of the blue awaken, and set away on journey.
I just stand there,
Covered by people from here and there,
Thee is of sweet soul,
Who can stay here for a day whole.
Context - This poem is about a flower of a jasmine plant which is the lone survivor of a forest fire.
The little jasmine flower
Was a sight to see
But the scenery around it
Was the ashes of her to be
Its white petals have no limit of beauty
Leaves so green, that they feel pity
Never left the memory of the red flower
Burning all to the ground
She remembers as she saw all the trees
Hold their life in their leaves
As the breeze snatched it from them with ease
The little jasmine flower is lonely now
But she can't do anything
There's nothing more to self and see
As all that's left is her glee.
I started a journey long ago,
I think it started in Mexico,
I went through Colorado and through Toronto,
Not too far to go...
I went by car,
But I couldn't go far,
I wish I had some good caviar,
I don't want to end up in a bar...
But journey is a journey,
Either long or short,
I show myself no mercy,
Because this journey, is my sport...
I will walk, run, sing and dance,
I might even wait to see the horses prance,
I don't know if it will bring me fame or shame,
As life is it's name...
