Pensive
06-29-2007, 09:55 PM
Okay, I was sitting outside in this beautiful morning, couldn't help taking hold of a pen and write this poem down.
Your comments (whether harsh or encouraging) would be very much appreciated! :)
The stormy night has gone away
It gives a chance to the calm day
To bring a smile on the face of this girl;
Sleepless, unhappy, and alone
On this rising sun now
She has placed all her hope
By seeing the beauty the pleasant day holds
Would her unhappiness mould?
In the view is standing a tree
Tall and erect
She sees how with birds it does interact
Chirping birds and so pretty
Free and fair
Moving here and there
Making her happy at first
But after a time, she starts feeling hurt
They are free, she is not
They can travell; all by their own which she can not
Expressing themselves to other birds without any care which she can not
Look at the irony people
How she considered!
Human beings the best of all creatures
Hated those not happy with what they are
Despised envy
Resented those changing in minutes
A sight had forced her to change so much
So can the next sight
Would she hate herself now?
Unhappy is she now
Then a pityful breeze comes from somewhere
Giving life to her
The touch of breeze
Along with the sight of blue sky
Brings some joy
A blue sky - not black
Is there any form of prettiness that it lack?
She looks around and see
Again the tree
The tree she had planted
Her very own tree
Bearing fruit
Would that make her happy?
She watches as its leaves dance with the wind
Seem to be singing along with the free birds on its branches
She gets dreamy, and thinks and thinks
While rainy water on the ground sends to sky a wink
But unaware of anything, she thinks pensively
Until some thought makes her smile merrily
The tree had faced the night
It had to fight
Sleepless it had been
But it overcame night with all its might
Now, it sang and danced and actually 'lived'
So would she after having fought with her oponents
So would she!
One day had taught her too much, the tree
Along with its friends had made her learn enough
One thing these living things, though seem-ingly different from each other, have in common
To struggle for existence
To struggle for happiness
Your comments (whether harsh or encouraging) would be very much appreciated! :)
The stormy night has gone away
It gives a chance to the calm day
To bring a smile on the face of this girl;
Sleepless, unhappy, and alone
On this rising sun now
She has placed all her hope
By seeing the beauty the pleasant day holds
Would her unhappiness mould?
In the view is standing a tree
Tall and erect
She sees how with birds it does interact
Chirping birds and so pretty
Free and fair
Moving here and there
Making her happy at first
But after a time, she starts feeling hurt
They are free, she is not
They can travell; all by their own which she can not
Expressing themselves to other birds without any care which she can not
Look at the irony people
How she considered!
Human beings the best of all creatures
Hated those not happy with what they are
Despised envy
Resented those changing in minutes
A sight had forced her to change so much
So can the next sight
Would she hate herself now?
Unhappy is she now
Then a pityful breeze comes from somewhere
Giving life to her
The touch of breeze
Along with the sight of blue sky
Brings some joy
A blue sky - not black
Is there any form of prettiness that it lack?
She looks around and see
Again the tree
The tree she had planted
Her very own tree
Bearing fruit
Would that make her happy?
She watches as its leaves dance with the wind
Seem to be singing along with the free birds on its branches
She gets dreamy, and thinks and thinks
While rainy water on the ground sends to sky a wink
But unaware of anything, she thinks pensively
Until some thought makes her smile merrily
The tree had faced the night
It had to fight
Sleepless it had been
But it overcame night with all its might
Now, it sang and danced and actually 'lived'
So would she after having fought with her oponents
So would she!
One day had taught her too much, the tree
Along with its friends had made her learn enough
One thing these living things, though seem-ingly different from each other, have in common
To struggle for existence
To struggle for happiness