By Jan Vicente B. Pekas
Risen from the ground she has awoken at last, the morning sun greets the young
And like a maiden in love yearns to be nearer to that gentle warmth
A foundation is built to stand tall, though short she may be for now
Deep underground where we see naught but dirt and filth, she sees water and life.
Still, young as she may be, knowledge of this world’s cruelty is not unbeknownst to her
Where she breathes life into this earth, she must be vigilant for maleficence in the air
Thorns and spikes protect the kindness and love inside
Yet she does not fret of the wrongful message it may send, for the enlightened will see
Through the spikes and thorns they will witness the life and love within.
Now older she is, taller and grander, her beauty blooms, and bright colors come to life
Though as splendid as she may be, nearer to the sun she couldn’t be
But the small winged bees are not blind for her beauty was seen
And just as she has given life into this earth, life was given to her.
Risen from the ground she has awoken at last, the morning sun greets the young
And like a maiden in love yearns to be nearer to that gentle warmth
A foundation is built to stand tall, though short she may be for now
Deep underground where we see naught but dirt and filth, she sees water and life.
Still, young as she may be, knowledge of this world’s cruelty is not unbeknownst to her
Where she breathes life into this earth, she must be vigilant for maleficence in the air
Thorns and spikes protect the kindness and love inside
Yet she does not fret of the wrongful message it may send, for the enlightened will see
Through the spikes and thorns they will witness the life and love within.
Now older she is, taller and grander, her beauty blooms, and bright colors come to life
Though as splendid as she may be, nearer to the sun she couldn’t be
But the small winged bees are not blind for her beauty was seen
And just as she has given life into this earth, life was given to her .**
