Hear your voice… inside
Here there is no vice
Take every step… one at a time
See hurdles stackup as steps.
Bless your heart’s zest and zeal
Naturally accepting gloom and glee
Chosen few are cared for special
O! Chosen one, special we care
Harsh Tunes
The lane laden with shady trees,
Gave no hint of the ruthless vast ahead.
Shocked was I, as the traveler,
Scorched by the sight that lay ahead.
I tremble and quiver with the leaves,
As they wither off dry and parched.
Worn put by flute of time,
Frayed by each passing moment in time.
Such harsh tunes that nature plays,..Perhaps
To hone us for the harsh tunes that nature plays.