By Shawn Marc B. Carreon
A tulip that sways within the wind,
So gentle, it frolics with life.
The sun as its spotlight, where time is pinned,
Wielding its beauty with such strife.
The tulip does shake shedding its petals,
Such winds don’t stay gentle.
Though it grows from seasons of day,
Like a soul so desperate that it prays.
From then till now we live through such days,
We, like tulips shall stand with grace.
Within our hearts, is where beauty is burried,
It takes time to grow, so no need to hurry.
Living in such a world that
sinks in darkness,
It may not be bad to have
light to harness.
Life, sadness, happiness, and anger,
Will still live in the moments that linger.**
