This is the present,
A place that bears no resent
A battlefield where all anger must vent,
A garden where flowers are sent,
To a future where we bear us,
or stand alone we shall and must.

This is the present, between morrow and yester,
Let the hungry wolves feast on the great dictator,
and then the sun scalds the great hater,
falling and melting becomes the intricate flother
In between the future and past,
are all the mistakes and corrections we cast.

Step by step I take on damper paths
Compelling and slippery
In tact is with the dread and misery.

Brilliance through the sun
so it withers, all alone;
The paper daisy

A facade of confounding manner
Veneered in credulous chatter
Are words of contemporary demeanour

Every greatest lie
is the unequivocal, resplendent,  
and genuine--**eye

Praise our God above our heads,
Embrace our King below our feet,
and join our Lord in the shed

Love isn't a conundrum of complexity
It's simply sentient affinity




-Stop looking up at the stars and determine how far they are, because there is  one person who shines in your world the brightest and closest-

Two heads of confluence,
Makes a tranquil gleam of streams




*-When love is true in many ways, it is true
when voices meet without vocal perception, because at glance you speak-

If the sun lighten meadow,
were to fall to a land forsaken burrow
A shelter it once was, full of decadent greenery,
But, never it may be again the land of lavishing brewery

If the sun lighten stream,
would fade out into dim
Becomes a melancholic and forgotten drought,
An eye-sparkling land it was where all life would spread and sprout

The embellishing jade and lapis,
Deeply tainted to the faintest
By work of all demons alike,
The bright ruby can never be in our sight

Our treasures soon gone into abyss
Our jewels alive but shows no zest
Our land fainted and made
If only we kept out of the shade

                  -Sometimes sitting there in the shade will only diminish what you call light-

A decade of silent and grieving pours
Sadly no mountains to explore
Only islands in our dreams
That are vastly full of dreary streams,

Wailing rains have stopped,
But only can I hear the sound of my clap,
This one pour of flood,
has caused many terrors and blood




            *- Learn your mistakes before it may cause a storm-

I see a mountain
High as it should always be,
I look down and face I did
A faceless valley

Clean, it so seemed
With no faces as I leaned,
I did not twitch nor did I fear
Look upon I did on a blue sky so clear

As I set ready for my rest
I had gazed upon a flower which knows no zest
Slowly it withers
As the sun slowly sets and as I start to shiver

Closely I looked, and sighed
This land was surely once pure,
But indulged in hatred and false desire
Left to decay and endure

Full it is in my eyes
Full of grief and lies
Full of thorns to embrace
Mother nature then renovated this place

                                           *-Our hearts may be pure for now but never forget our past on which has lead us to this second.

The diminutive seedling,
It putters whilst growing
Becoming a robust bark but with decaying leaves
Life then begins to sprout and weaves

We are the seedling, planted in this very soil we stand
We were the sprout of yesterday
But in time shall be tomorrow’s shade
We must be mature but not staid

We then putter over the early years
Ignorance and dreams then arouses
We then become filled with ambitions and fears
Our bodies are then trained

In conditions with heavy winds and rain
Like the bark, resilient and vigorous
Autumn then comes
Leaves begin to fall and wither

Like our worries are untethered
Yet of all, we must not truncate our branches
We must embellish them instead
We must be strong like the Hemlock!

Winter then follows both the sky and land
Becomes tedious and bland  
Problems then arises but shrouded in the mist
Hazy, vague only to catch a glimpse

But warm tears can melt through
The cold and burdened shoulder,
The storm settles and clouds become mild
The vernal breeze then calms our mind

As we continue to grow,
We find ourselves dazed and entwined
Nonetheless we cannot putter for we are a Hemlock!
We stand tall, and keep our roots intact

Summer comes forth, with warmth and life
Radiance into the leaves,
Free birds that chirp with ease

Our leaves which are crammed with wisdom
Our cones that tells our story
Our barks that had endured the calamity
Our roots that stayed firm regardless the intensity

We had all the fun, laughs and sorrow
We were sprouts but it is our time to sow
We are the young and into the hemlock we shall grow!