GwyneD

"Life is but a dream, fleeting like the vapor winds and short as the fading waves that meet the ends of the shore, thus gone in a blink of an eye."                             -GwyneD-

Love is like a small seedling in a pot; It only blooms when taken care a lot It needs affection in order to sprout And diligence in timely pulling weeds out It has to be showered with compassion and concern regularly And exposed to the light of kindness and honesty It also needs a bit of air and space to breathe and avoid suffocation And a lot of patience and time for production Most of all, it has to establish the fundamental roots of firm motive For it to stand still when strong winds come and live At last when all these things are added together It will surely form a healthy tree not easily bothered by any weather. -GwyneD-

If there is no creator, there is no creation Without creation, there will be no creatures Without the presence of living things, there is no life Without life, there is no existence And nonexistence signifies nothingness But the mere evidence of life signifies existence itself and the existence of everything proves the presence of a Something; Superior, infinite and as complicated as the universe, No beginning, no end that even human intellect cannot comprehend ; May be the main basis of existence itself. These vast and unfathomable creations Could not have come from nothing, out from void and oblivion For we cannot say all of these entit

The sun rises before the eastern horizon As its long rays spread further to oblivion It envelops the earth into a friendly embrace As it brings to life every creature in every place The birds start to sing their harmonious medley As I hear them chirp their songs with glee I spot some lively animals play by the grass Upon taking a glance outside my window glass The warm, blissful breeze then greets me with ease As I step out of my door allured by the slightly tease Into an aesthetic landscape filled with color and glamor I gaze like a fool looking into an elaborate picture There on a bench I sat and gaped all day At the panorama in front

A Part of Your World You were once the blue in my gloomy black skies The bright morning sun in my cloudy days The peaceful waves in my stormy seas and the glowing moon in my darkest nights You were once the oasis I longed for in my desert places The flower that bloomed in my weedy grounds The star that shone in my moonless evenings And the body of water that consumes most of my land You were once my world, my whole universe But to you I was just another cloud passing by your blue skies A little star in a millions that shone in your dark nights A puny daisy in your field of roses, I was nothing to you, but you were my everything I was only

I’m in between the verge of letting go and holding on Remaining in the middle because of this hesitation With weary hands I hang onto this queasy rope Reluctantly grasping into this tie that holds us both You know, our love is like a game called tug of war Bonded by a long rope that separates us two afar At each end we tightly hold and try to pull the other To score in this game of ours and be called the winner Yet it seems like no one wants to be the loser So we strain all our efforts on insisting whose better That’s the thing about human pride, not wanting to be humble Thus our desire to be the greatest is the key to our own d

Never too high, never too low Never really staying yet never letting go Never remaining at the top but never settling at the bottom Like a flower wanting to bloom, but never really blossoms That’s how I’d say my life is, “In the middle” Never really first, just second fiddle I’m neither up nor down but “in between” Average is the right word, I am average in everything I was never really the best or neither the worst I was never the last but never really first Never the greatest, but at least not the least I am neither a beauty nor neither the beast If I was soil, I would not be loam or sand, but cl

Formed through great pressure and heat Thus, it’s the exposure that makes it concrete Refined almost under infinite countless times It’s the tension and stress that makes things strong sometimes Although it takes many a moon Before such amazing things are created attune But it’s all worth the time and the wait After you’ll see the magnificence that await Because through all the strain and pressure Forms a precious piece worthy of treasure Thus unalterable, unbreakable, sublime and Remarkable, Behold a diamond. ----- By: GwyneD