Alongside the morning sun, the pale moon still glows
And I rise, listening t the stream as it flows
As it sings in harmony with the verdant forest boughs
Rising to my feet, for a moment I stand still
Listening as a zephyr dances where it will
Standing awestruck by the spring's vast poetic skill
And songbirds sing as each flower begins to grow
As the light mist vanishes from the lake
The sorrow deep within my soul I try to shake
But the ripples in the water soothe my heartache
And for the briefest of moments, God's mercy shows
The world is evil
Joyful things are few
The world is evil
Racism still lives
Extremists persist
And tyrants still rule
Joyful things are few
Amid the ocean
Of pain, those few things
Must be loved, cherished
A Leaf's Kyrielle by NathanielFlyingOwl, literature
Literature
A Leaf's Kyrielle
This summer morn already hot
I watch the leaf as it grows green
It loves the heat and I do not
But I adore this leaf serene
With my brow bathe in beads of sweat
Like nobody has ever seen
And this verdant leaf does not fret
But I love this leaf serene
The wolf walks forth alone tonight
Save for the crescent moon in white
And a rare zephyr's melody
Must he forgo all company
For the whims of passing delight?
Should it be many or a few
Your soul a friendship can renew
And all too many days alone
Can make that soul as cold as stone
Does the wolf know this to be true?
Copla de Pie Quebrado by NathanielFlyingOwl, literature
Literature
Copla de Pie Quebrado
Through the verdant jungle tonight
There strides a jaguar with great might
Food fills her thoughts
It seems that every shadow heeds
The sheer magnitude of the deeds
Her strength has wrought
I could for her write and rehearse
A kind and articulate verse
But I will not
A living poem, she walks in grace
Elegance exudes from her pace
Such is her lot
Copla de Arte Menor by NathanielFlyingOwl, literature
Literature
Copla de Arte Menor
Living among the desert sand
Coyote strides beneath the moon
He slows down and begins to croon
From the lonely ledge where he stands
He observes before the land
Of harshness where his pack survives
With difficulty does he thrive
By the will of God's mighty hand
Copla de Arte Mayor by NathanielFlyingOwl, literature
Literature
Copla de Arte Mayor
As dusk lifts its fingers from the touch of the snow
A lynx in silence moves through the silver moonlight
In loneliness, he does not fear the dark of night
Without the elegance of twilight's tender glow
The world seems too black to witness the water's flow
But the lynx still leans forward to drink from the rile
Having learned to live alongside all that is evil
And survives just as surely as the zephyrs blow
Septilla Stanzas by NathanielFlyingOwl, literature
Literature
Septilla Stanzas
As grey clouds drift across the sky
I observe the heavens and wait
For the thunderstorm to orate
So insanely thirsty am I-
That all the world around me seems
To be a desert in my dreams
Why must the air I breathe be dry?
A couple of drops kiss my skin
Far from a tempestuous din
I long so much to wash away
The intimate embrace of pain
I thirst for a destructive rain
But it will not come on this way
I still must endure my own sin