It clings upon the shadows
Touching the lofty meadows
Constant breeze from atmosphere’s bellows
Makes its delicate flesh mellows

Then a bird emblem of wisdom
Soon attracted by it to come
But I had no reason to cram
If I’ll be harvested by someone wholesome

Now the fruit once hanging on air
Rests soundly on its good host’s lair
Not a place for doubt nor despair
Just believe it’s on the right care.

-04/15/2012
(Dumarao)
*for TED poem in Salingsing Issue of 1st Sem., AY 2011-12