Hidden like a treasure of thousand years ago Like the mystery of the gold pot at the end of a rainbow Its a white pearl covered by the hardest bivalve
As beautiful as the lilies in the field
It blooms in spring and hides during winter The fragrance of its petals disappears Snowflakes inhabits the entire sphere
I want to pick the most beautiful flower in the field
Touch its petals and feel its essence But picking it means ending its life Letting it wither and lose its beauty
The lake reflects the beauty of the sky at twilight
Seems like the glory of heaven fell down to earth But when a withered leaf fall to it from a branch, Youll realize that its just a counterfeit
Perhaps nature reflects every mans sentiment
Like a new leaf that blooms like hope A river that flows like love- Sometimes calm, sometimes raging.
As brave as wolf that face its foe
With fierce eyes and piercing fangs, I need strength as strong as this, To boldly defeat the fear within But in silent night when all are serene I am a wolf that cries on a plain, On a blue moon with stars so vast No one sees the sorrow in my guise
There was once a child chasing a firefly
Amazed by the glow of its belly The firefly fluttered high until it waned. But the child waited, hoping to still see its flare
On a night time when creatures are cheeping
She ran towards the glowing tree Amazed by what she saw A throng of fireflies that inhabits the tree
A firefly hovered towards the child
Looping and flapping with its glaring light The grandeur of a thing is best left untouched Preserving its elegance and purity
Perhaps nature reflects every mans sentiment
Like a liberate firefly with glaring light Like a wolf that cries in a silent night Hiding its agony with fiery audacity
Would this be the time to end the winter?
Would this be the time for the snowflakes to leave the sphere? Would this be the time for the lilies to bloom? When would the right time be?
Would this be the time to discover the ancient treasure?
Would this be the time to encounter the gold pot at the end of a rainbow? Would this be the time to break the hardest bivalve of the pearl? Would this be the right time?
Would this be the time for the wolf to be calm at night?
Would this be the time for the child to forever witness a fireflys light? Or forever free this flaring creature so minute? Would this be the right time?
Its now time to listen to your heart,
Instead of listening to the whisper of the wind Its now time to look your reflection on the lake, Instead of looking the skys reflection to it
As I look down, it reflected a bride afraid to remove her veil
Scared to show the blues in her eyes Fear still lives within her guise Concealing everything she feels
Is it well to bury the pure gem in the subterranean?
Is it just fine to throw the pearl in the deepest ocean? Is it just fine to remove the veil? Or forever let this sentiment be veiled?