Sitting Bull
For as long as the oldest among us has known, We owned everything in sight over which the eagle has flown, But those days and the eagle were about to be numbered, And history textbooks was the only place we
Sleeping Buds
Looking around at their cousins taking in the sun, Life for flora was definitely a whole lot of fun, All they had to do, was bide their today as a bud, And tomorrow would show the magic that grew from
Impetus
Quite often we wake up to the same journey, but a new beginning, Only to see hundreds already sweating from hours of running, You just shrug and start walking, wondering why they can’t sleep, And smile, because sometimes, imagination just
Runway 77
Every so often, you think, the power to choose is a birthright, And so you set about, trying to separate the day from night, Only to realise that, in order to appreciate the light, You need to sometimes sacrifice your
Godforsaken
God is not in the sunshine that lights up every morning, He is the very vision that lets you see it dawning, God is in the finger that wipes every tear, Knowing that your fears, only the soul can hear.