Once upon a wonderous planet
The race of Innocents did live.
The Gods were happy with the folk
And gave them all they had to give.
For every happy wish one made,
A flower blosomed somewhere.
Thus was the earth brilliantly hued-
No tree was ever plain or bare.
For every happy dream one dreamed
A new star appeared that night.
Thus constellations did abound
And bathe the earth in silver light.
The old moon sitting high up there
Among the twinkling dots,
Smiled down upon the Innocents
And blessed their happy lots.
When happy wishes were fulfiled
They engendered happy dreams-
The flowers turned into the stars
That shone like sunny streams.
As long as the Innocents existed,
This remained the planet's state.
But the trees all withered and the stars soon died
For the Innocents succumbed to Hate.
6 comments:
hmmm....
nice to know
that a girl still abides in an era where blossoms notify happiness...
if only ...
The old moon sitting high up there
Among the twinkling dots,
Smiled down upon the Innocents
And blessed their happy lots.
hey, this was a lovely read :) the painting is really touching as well!
hey ya!! finally an update...
don't think that i could have penned it any more beautifully. love it! :)
the frog sits on the withered lotus leaf
the water underneath frozen by the cold
the tears don't wet the world lost below.
...the love for the metaphor was heightened when i was introduced to the world of Haiku. a little something for you here...
I really like your Idea of illustrating your lyrics ...
Hence I will steal it ...
hate and all the other emotions we try keeping at bay. loved it :)
Lovely poem..also the feel of your illustration!do more,more of the same..looking forward to seeing them.
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