I'm Still Here
I watch the bird fly in their direction,
I admire the clouds form on their own,
Rustling green leaves, but wither soon,
How beautiful it is to see all the things;
But these things that I've seen will change,
everything will change, pass, and happen.
Yet, I'm here, like sunrise to sunset, I'm waiting...
I'm waiting for my time and my moment,
Even if it's an accident or coincidence;
with clouds from the sky, I'm most content,
With, even if the stone is crushed and turned into dusty ashes—
and if the leaf will dry, I'm still here, waiting for opportunities.
© G. E.G. Martinez
I admire the clouds form on their own,
Rustling green leaves, but wither soon,
How beautiful it is to see all the things;
But these things that I've seen will change,
everything will change, pass, and happen.
Yet, I'm here, like sunrise to sunset, I'm waiting...
I'm waiting for my time and my moment,
Even if it's an accident or coincidence;
with clouds from the sky, I'm most content,
With, even if the stone is crushed and turned into dusty ashes—
and if the leaf will dry, I'm still here, waiting for opportunities.
© G. E.G. Martinez