My OperaFloret
Friday, March 26, 2010 11:06:14 AM
Sun the power , mighty, the heaven or lord.
Sign of power , nucleus or the rule.
Was not known until learnt like in school.
Here's a tale from another quik hail.
Little booms of growth, the buds green.
Raise these their heads, all set to grow.
With heads high on the chest of earth.
These are piece of wonder as known.
Out in the masses stood one all apart,
Full of ambition, life,colour and zeal.
Was it usual or nay, lords could not say.
Had it born to reach the roofs of world.
I am floret, grace of colour and scent.
Was untaught of the shades of light.
Only when a strong ray, rugged me up.
As if was i brought to grow.
I had faith, had i ambition and colour.
I wanted to reach the heavens
So as to see the lord , the master
Had i the hunger to grow or emerge.
Was i the only one with red in all whites.
Had i the faith that every thing was right.
I bloomed to my full in sooth air .
Absorbed I the earth, water and soil.
A day rose which was all apart.
A thought struck my mind ,
ambition was killed, for arrogance nurtured.
I learnt as if I was mast in all.
Now i laughed as i grew,
The whites didn't knew a red.
Uttered to each other what was red,
And i thundered as if i was god.
They said that arrogance died hard,
All it was fate to was pain.
Had I diffrent eyes to them, said I
"Only odds stood out in high".
I was lashing , in the serene light
Was i growing or getting larger.
"I am to grow" said i to mine.
My arrogance was building, till....
A day all dark was on the rise.
My body couldn't bear my soul
And was i flat on the earth
My faulty dreams today saw mirth.
My body was creeping to death ,
The ray which nourished me ,
Were all ready to dig my grave,
Were not they baking me , to end my life.
Now I tasted the joys of pure pain ,
When my body was loose and half dead.
Now the whites troubled and chanted.
The songs of my life and death.
My arrogance was dissolving,
My courage was moving,
And I was priveleged to sleep,
But not my ambition , it is STILL....
Sign of power , nucleus or the rule.
Was not known until learnt like in school.
Here's a tale from another quik hail.
Little booms of growth, the buds green.
Raise these their heads, all set to grow.
With heads high on the chest of earth.
These are piece of wonder as known.
Out in the masses stood one all apart,
Full of ambition, life,colour and zeal.
Was it usual or nay, lords could not say.
Had it born to reach the roofs of world.
I am floret, grace of colour and scent.
Was untaught of the shades of light.
Only when a strong ray, rugged me up.
As if was i brought to grow.
I had faith, had i ambition and colour.
I wanted to reach the heavens
So as to see the lord , the master
Had i the hunger to grow or emerge.
Was i the only one with red in all whites.
Had i the faith that every thing was right.
I bloomed to my full in sooth air .
Absorbed I the earth, water and soil.
A day rose which was all apart.
A thought struck my mind ,
ambition was killed, for arrogance nurtured.
I learnt as if I was mast in all.
Now i laughed as i grew,
The whites didn't knew a red.
Uttered to each other what was red,
And i thundered as if i was god.
They said that arrogance died hard,
All it was fate to was pain.
Had I diffrent eyes to them, said I
"Only odds stood out in high".
I was lashing , in the serene light
Was i growing or getting larger.
"I am to grow" said i to mine.
My arrogance was building, till....
A day all dark was on the rise.
My body couldn't bear my soul
And was i flat on the earth
My faulty dreams today saw mirth.
My body was creeping to death ,
The ray which nourished me ,
Were all ready to dig my grave,
Were not they baking me , to end my life.
Now I tasted the joys of pure pain ,
When my body was loose and half dead.
Now the whites troubled and chanted.
The songs of my life and death.
My arrogance was dissolving,
My courage was moving,
And I was priveleged to sleep,
But not my ambition , it is STILL....
