When It's Gone

When It’s Gone On this evening I didn’t know if this enticing land will be gone My thoughts keep on worrying about something Something that will turn this land dark and gray Like a fading photos from yesterday So I take a quill over the cluttered backyard And write something that will keep me motionless If only this ground was not injured If only this calm ground was kept holy Somehow we will not be like this We will be not be regretful of what we’ve done Somehow we will not wait for the clouds to turn dull For the ocean to soar high and for the mighty trees to tumble And as my blood scatters under the moonlight And when the morning light make it dry I will wish this enticing land to be safe in another moment I will wish a bountiful period where natives lend their sincere affection