In the field of green that stretches beyond the eyes’ realm
Life is summer with hopes soaring
and youth lives without cares nor second guessing
Love is all heat and kisses and dreams
and yesterday’s rains are dried up tears on a pretty girl’s cheeks wiped away by balloons and flowers and ice-creams.
I hear of songs by birds soaring
sounding like baby’s first coos in his mother’s arms
while the mind searches for lyrics to mark in memory
that must never be forgotten.
In the white cotton balls of clouds eternal
heaven beckons in sweet whispers
calling to mind the promises spoken from mountain tops
of holy men whose hearts were pure
whose hands were clean
whose lips were sinless.
There is gentleness allotted but to blessed eyes
of faith and forgiveness even in the reality of muck and decay.
Stay on with the gentle breeze
let no tempest end a child’s ardent prayer
of smiles and laughter and sunshine
regardless of season’s changing and man’s evil.
Never must one give up.
In the never ending blue of tranquility and peace
silence watches in unchanging hue
while invincible kites fly with ghosts of heroes and martyrs
watching the earth they gave their life for.
Hear their words immortal with hearts without hatred
with minds devoid of memory
with fists unclenched
with cheeks unbloodied.
If only men can emulate nature
and treasure the only planet they have
perhaps the future will bloom with a million flowers
and songs and poems will celebrate
what each live for and desire.
In the never ending blue.