A Beauty That Never Sleeps

O, Pearl of the Orient, land of my great ancestors--- the Poets, the Writers, the Historians, the Leaders, the Novelists the Peace Makers, the Inventors, the Rice Growers, the Seafarers the Scientists, the Doctors and Nurses, the Performing Artists the OFW’s and me---Mabait Na, Masipag Pa, from your tears Let me flutter, with my fragile wings, through Chocolate’s Hills that they may learn the true essence of your will that they may hear the gentle sound of your dancing wind that they may also feel the nobility you shared, with me and above all, that they may know you, the land of my great ancestors O, Pearl of the Orient, like a beautiful, caring mother--- that has un-replaceable love, beauty and wisdom, embracing cheerfully the twitchers of your hospitable heart, even if I will have a short life surely, I’ll not try, but I will pattern their souls, on your lustrous smile and we’ll walk them, together, on Luneta Park that you, once, walked me