Rolling along the bright
The waters of the
There have I spent my time
Amidst the monsoon rains
Caught up in the heat of the day
I collect rocks and pebbles
During
Walking along the vicinity of a park
I see people exercising...
Practicing Karate, walking, and playing sports
I was playing a sport once as a child here
Running fast with a smile on my face, I
Savor those times.
As I dream of returning to
The
A Soldier
Fighting to protect his homeland and self
Materializes before my eyes
A red heart, a white birth, and a blue sky
Forms his existence
As he would continue to serve the elders
The ones who dictate the good and dictate the bad
Fighting in
Opening the door to my life,
Literally, as I either entered or left a room,
A total stranger happened per chance to be at my service!
Traveling to Europe and
This international soldier of mine,
He has persevered among his peers
Acknowledging the many ideas that people across continents share and value
Like the military, teamwork is his foundation as an individual
With the will to change, he has the true spirit of an eagle.
He doesn’t stray from those that may be in harm’s way.
Treating everyone as they were all the same.
With a future that is as bright as it is promising, I would want peace and happiness to shine for him
From the four corners of the earth, I would want belonging and unity to always serve him
And to emphasize
We all
Are equal under the sky
When April showers shower
And May flowers flower
I shall go home
To the hills of Eglomè
Its Green Hills, the
Rolling lazily with Green
Of Glories past
Deck the picturesque landscape
As it Rolls into the clear blue sea
A blue abode of life
Schools of fish
Dart playfully among corals
Its thin, glossy fins sweeping the plants
Gracefully, one can see
The dolphins,
Happily gliding through waters
Of turquoise, here is Eglomè
My home, where the sun
Paints the sky of blue
As summer turns to autumn,
The leaves cascade down to the earth
Two figures rise from these falling leaves
A Dancer in black and a Dancer in white
Finding their way to the center of the woods,
These dancers inscribe their identities into the cold, barren earth
Stepping through the fallen red, yellow, and green leaves
Reaching the center of the woods, they feel a sudden warmth
Vibrant with life, this earth is the opposite of its desolate outskirts
Inviting the dancers to make eye contact,
The ground begins to babble.
As the dancers stamp the ground, their creators become one
As the dancers twirl, their cultures become one
Stretching out their hands to another,
The dancers embrace
As One.
