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
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