Jacob

Jacob Sep 1

The golden sun I can recall,
In darkest sky it danced.
Drifting light a gift to all,
And dyed the world by chance.
Till now the sun’s still high upon,
But where have all the colors gone
By each of my dark glance?
Remembering our fading past,
May I regain your beam at last?

The towers high into the sky
With neon-knitted gown.
Long bridges scattered river’s night
Put on a flashing crown.
Some years have fled the city’s arms,
But where have all these colors gone,
Left black and white that drowned.
The pavement gently flows across
The streets are mourning for their loss.

I feel the colors washed away,
Till I can see them not.
A picture shows those dusty days,
I slowly watch it rot.
Is it my sight that’s been withdrawn,
Or colors die and long been gone,
And leave me here to sob.
I hear a distant broken song,
That's filled with colors yet not gone.

#memory #time #growth #colors

Jacob Sep 1

A ****

Beside a wall with soil nourished,
I dug a pit and placed a seed.
I hoped the plant to grow and flourish,
As pretty as a rose and taller than a tree.

The soil was nourished and weather was bright,
I watered days and nights to see,
And hoped the speed would take a flight,
Grow pretty as a rose and taller than a tree.

Some days and nights went past in all,
The plant turned out to be a ****.
The **** was still believed to grow,
As pretty as a rose and taller than a tree.

Some days and months and years went past,
The **** was still a normal ****.
I told the **** its goal at last,
As pretty as a rose and taller than a tree.

More days and months and years went by,
Half dead and dried but still a ****.
I roared and roared to criticize,
Not pretty as a rose nor taller than a tree!

The wall however liked the ****,
It drove away the loneliness.
The flower also loved the scene,
Cause **** lit up her gracefulness.

Why should I wish my poor old ****,
Appeal of roses and height of trees?

#growth #value #nature

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