The tiniest leaf, with veins
small and tender – little lines
writing a story of gentle light,
green as the music, who plays
softly rising on a quiet sky
the wonder of a trembling dew
erasing the night,
stirring the dawn with laughter
felt by the stars and moon,
a whisper of grace
pouring from the realms
of heaven, where I feel His love
embracing my spirit,
breathing life into my veins,
the tiniest leaf, with graceful veins
hidden among the forest’s hues
a muse, like lavender halos
softly blazing on the surface of a wind
storming through the oaks, the pines
erasing the gray wisps of light
softly playing in silhouettes,
embracing the spirit with a glorious gift…
the leaf, lovely as the rose
soft and sultry,
rippling with stories
bound by praise
in the woodsy tempos
weathering the maze
between the oaks and pines,
beneath the mossy carpet
earth’s gentle smile
trembling with hesitant breath,
breathing in the light
nature’s insight
soft and alive
listening to all that’s right
leaf’s still breath
always inspiring, always
inviting, always
spirit’s light
gentle light
God’s light
Deep in the forest where various monster beast abode
The hunter dares himself to enter the dangerous zone
To hunt for games that is rich for gains
Under the big Iroko tree lies the little animal
Having a soft and fluffy coat designed with bright colors
A bright orange and white color patterned with black stripes
They call it a tiger
"No it's a cub"
The hunter allured by its beauty
Smiled and have a deal with the forest god
He took the cub to his home and decided to foster it
At first, the cub shares little part of games with it's owner
Gradually the share begin to increase
And a pint of discomfort found a room in the hunter's heart
"Treat an animal like human for thousand years, animal will still be animal"
The cub grows big as the clouds shifts
And soon turn to a tiger
A day came that the hunter couldn't narrate
It was the day of his death
The tiger turned to a monster overnight
At a bright dawn, the sun shines brightly at the hunter's pool of blood
The monster had teared it's owner into pieces
Pieces that wouldn't have a chance to rest in peace.
In the mist of a rain drenched morning
As light peeps through silent trees
Dewdrops gently kiss fresh blossoms
Upon the damp mossy soil
Above the wind dances wild and free
In the silent forest God speaks
My heart and soul feel and see
God's hand sheltering me
And in His presence I find answers
Hidden deep inside of me.
03/06/16
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