(Nature and Vagrant)

I lend my ears to a mellifluous sound,
Then I assent to what t'was saying;
Before the sound fade, bound
for,bade with joyful heart praying.

The weather is as calm my heart:
Yet cold seeming drizzling.
T'was when I realised I am awfully Peart,
For I know I should be confiding and embracing.

Everything is as vague as my sight,
Though like a vagrant who lost ways.
There's light that guide me right;
Rays of hope lies in great byway.

As the wind was hurling I hold on tight
finally, learning to stand upright.

© Wibibi Pamai