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On days, when time is going too fast, I can't catch up, and there're things i can't get past, I'd pull a chair at the verandah....just sit there To witness, the gentler goings on in life... See, how...why  all plants face towards the sun, On a dimly lit corner, watch a spider patiently spin its web, Underneath the gravel and green grass, somehow, The earthworm, painstakingly, bravely emerges, Finds its way out of the soil...to remind us, "...soil is healthy....it's time to plant!" ::::: I feel, the beetle knows me, as it inches on, Carrying its own body, crawling down the pine tree, I won't ever grasp it, nor tie a string on its body To control its range of movement, As we do to tethered beasts of burden... ::::: While sitting there, i decide: by all means, Towards the flower *** i  lean Take time to smell a rose, feel its rough leaf Not just a quick touch and sniff But hold its thorny body, without daring to blink While deep within, i'd let its fragrance sink ::::: Some early evenings When the cicadas' music are echoing And the moths have started flying Circling round the light at the ceiling, I am warned...soon, it will be raining And.....when it starts to rain, i keep listening Til i'm soothed by the sound of rain...falling, From sky to treetops.....flowing...landing Next to the leaves......cascading down To the concrete ground Spreading quickly, far and deep...and as fate, As nature would have it....the soil, without fail, waits... ::::: Long time ago, we were small, Curious and brave, we tasted glory, and all, Armed with a child's innocence And an insatiable hunger for learning... Our eyes, our minds dilated, Our brains were like sponge... Like the soil.....we absorbed All, that we discovered... ::::: Sally Copyright December 1, 2016 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 3:28 PM UTC
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On days, when time is going too fast, I can't catch up, and there're things i can't get past, I'd pull a chair at the verandah....just sit there To witness, the gentler goings on in life... See, how...why  all plants face towards the sun, On a dimly lit corner, watch a spider patiently spin its web, Underneath the gravel and green grass, somehow, The earthworm, painstakingly, bravely emerges, Finds its way out of the soil...to remind us, "...soil is healthy....it's time to plant!" ::::: I feel, the beetle knows me, as it inches on, Carrying its own body, crawling down the pine tree, I won't ever grasp it, nor tie a string on its body To control its range of movement, As we do to tethered beasts of burden... ::::: While sitting there, i decide: by all means, Towards the flower *** i  lean Take time to smell a rose, feel its rough leaf Not just a quick touch and sniff But hold its thorny body, without daring to blink While deep within, i'd let its fragrance sink ::::: Some early evenings When the cicadas' music are echoing And the moths have started flying Circling round the light at the ceiling, I am warned...soon, it will be raining And.....when it starts to rain, i keep listening Til i'm soothed by the sound of rain...falling, From sky to treetops.....flowing...landing Next to the leaves......cascading down To the concrete ground Spreading quickly, far and deep...and as fate, As nature would have it....the soil, without fail, waits... ::::: Long time ago, we were small, Curious and brave, we tasted glory, and all, Armed with a child's innocence And an insatiable hunger for learning... Our eyes, our minds dilated, Our brains were like sponge... Like the soil.....we absorbed All, that we discovered... ::::: Sally Copyright December 1, 2016 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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