#charish
Little things mean the most
Embrace and care
what’s there
it may leave your sight
into thin air
dont overlook a small kind gesture
but foster it
look at it as tiny buried treasure
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 1:05 AM UTC
From the Sikhote Alin Mountain,
I gaze at my world coming to an end.
I feel the sharp spear
peirce my brother's heart.
Blood trickles from my sister's mouth and
I taste its unwanted metallic zest.
The strench of Amur Basin burning
fills my nostrils, telling me my time
is limited. I pace, awaiting my poachers,
killers stained with the last
essence of my family.
This destruction of my kind hurts my soul,
but I stand to fight in the name of Amur.
As my band of enemies approach,
I summon the inner spirit and my
roar blankets the mountain air.
I feel my ancestors with me and
charge with the force of a thousand
tigers to my certain death.
The final battle begins.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC