The Night-Sky

The skies are blue

but I picture it in black,

no white clouds above,

no sun that secretes behind.

I see the scattered gold

and all the jewels

that shine apart,

gleaming in different forms.

The mother pearl that I see

and all the objects

in the milky way

thrown loosely in space.

A creation of splendor

that human attempts to measure,

yet the find is obscure

for the creation is inconceivable.

The Soccer Game

The deafening sound of applause,
the roaring chants in unison.
The audience's yell in every kick,
rejoice heard in every goal made.

What a joy to see the green field,
seeing people in distinctive garb.
Running, outdoing each other,
in a sport that million people loved.

Strength and stamina the players have,
there is also some drama behind.
The endurance and the will they show,
they strive to make their country proud.

Soccer is the name of the game,
foot and legs is the players arm.
In every move people are charmed,
play to win is what they aim.

Every team wants to be in the World Cup,
it gives their country the prestige and pride.
To the players, it gives them worth,
displaying their talent to the whole world.

There's a Reason

There's a reason why we are lonely,

There's a reason why we felt glee,

In everything we experience and do,

In everything we see and encounter,

There's always a reason why it happened.

Everything was created by God for a reason,

Thus, there's a reason why everything exist,

There's a reason why we sometimes fail,

A reason why we soar and succeed,

There's always a reason why it happened.

When we were awed, we search for the reason,

We explore when the reason is vague,

We ask when the reason is flawed,

When there's imperfection, we wonder,

But there's a reason why it happened.