tHe LosT NatUrE

Have I told you about yesterday?,

of the lush green mountains I saw,
the thick virgin forest,
the flock of birds that dwell on the trees.

Have I told you of what I saw?
The river with crystal clear water,
the school of fish in a shallow sea,
the mangroves that protect the shores.

The fresh air that I breathed,
the rice fields that colored gold,
the water curtains on the earth walls.
All that I witnessed and enjoyed.

Did I tell you of what I see today?
The billowing dark smoke in the air,
the tin boxes running in congest,
the concrete roads that become rivers.

The concrete boxes rising in the fields,
the mountains exposing its scalps,
the arid riverbeds now revealed,
the birds that are now in cages.

Do you know what I visualize for tomorrow?
My children could still see the trees,
the birds, the rivers, and the golden fields,
the school of fish and the beautiful water falls,

They could still see the lush green mountains,
the thick virgin forest.
Hold it in their hands and see,
as they flip the pages of a story.

If Tomorrow Comes

If today, there are things that I do,
And tomorrow you won’t see me doing so,
Do not wonder nor perceive any fear,
For sometimes there are systems we need to alter.

If tomorrow you won’t see me smiling,
Don’t ever think that I’m sad.
If tomorrow you won’t hear me laughing,
Don’t ever think that I’m mad.

If tomorrow you would see me frowning,
Perhaps there is something in my mind.
If tomorrow you would see me departing,
Don’t ever think that I’m leaving you behind.

I may be gone tomorrow but fleeting,
And meet you again in the right place and time.
When tomorrow becomes yesterday parting,
We’ll look forward to a new season and clime.

If the new season becomes our today,
Perhaps, ‘tis the time that I longed and pray.
But, if I could only restrain the moving time,
I will rend tomorrow’s leaf so it won’t come.

The Dark Bay

In the morning when the sun rises,
I walk along the bay with no surprises,
Watching the water full of garbage,
There also float some dead seaweeds.

The tiny waves on the dark sea,
It scintillates no more and so gloomy,
The different objects decorating the water,
That keeps it away from being clear.

Neither crabs nor fish are visible,
Yet, fishing rods are held by some people,
The dark water is so uninviting,
Yet, I see children swimming and enjoying.

The load of trash in the historic bay,
Stained and ruined its natural scenery,
The place where lovers used to roam,
Gradually, the human caused its doom.

The clear blue water was gone,
And so was the clean and gleaming sand,
The fresh sea breeze in the past,
Now a tarnish smell of oil and rust.

Oh, the once wonderful gift of nature,
A picture of how life is innate and pure,
A place where the beautiful sunset I see,
Now, it's a mirror of man's apathy and cruelty.