By Frank Hernando
14 November 2012
Stoop down and clutch the golden pages of nature,
Turn, turn its pages for nothing is to be read,
Only the mind can describe what's written on every page that used to cling to firm branches.
The simmering sun etched every letter and rhyme,
Dewdrops absorbed and released excesses of water,
Curses of storms shame deep in your veins,
Pestilence of carbon monoxide did not distraught your persistence,
Varieties of birds, bees and butterflies sheltered and refreshed by your soothing texture and grace.
Golden pages of life landed on the earth never to be retrieved,
But when the fiercest of winter is over, new pages of life will be written,
Unrepeated lines, fresh from the heart of the earth to the highest precipice reaching out to light beyond.
