The days before the warmth comes.. ...

The warmth is slowly losing itself,
The leaves that once rustle,
Falls gracefully,
The once lush green view,
Has turned,
Into shades of hazel and brown.

Slowly,
The leaves are all at rest,
Flakes take their turn,
Falling gracefully,
A veil of silvery flakes,
Covering the earth.

The shivering cold,
Wraps every living soul,
Each seeks for warmth,
Warmth that has yet to come.

However,
In the midst of coldness,
Every souls,
Are waiting patiently,
Until that day arrives... ...

yeah, it's almost end of the year. That's why I'm writing this poem. See if you can guess what this "warmth" is? heh!

War!

War,
It can come so silently,
Like a rat,
Searching for its food,
Or rather,
A tiger searching for its prey... ...

When the time is ripen,
it explodes,
everyone's startled,
everyone's disturbed... ...

War,
It can come abruptly,
Like the still waters,
That turns rough,
Drowning everyone,
In just a blink... ...

Some turn to violence,
Some turn to peace,
Some stay unperturbed
Either way,
Fail to protect,
The peacefulness that have,
Started to crumble,
Before the dawn sets... ...

If only,
Human can forgive,
Human can reconcile,
Human can look,
Into the eyes,
and pour the words,
that slept in the depths,
of the living chamber,
real peace will then descend,
and touch the hearts,
of humans...that had onced,
being enclosed,
by walls of ice.

The ice melts,
where spring will reign,
over the chilly winter,
Flowers will start to bud,
The breezy wind,
Warms us,
Everything... ...
Everything... ...
Will start anew... ...

Heh, there it goes again.. ..My random ramblings. Don't mind me babbling about weird stuffs...By the way, if you do not get what I'm trying to say...errr...then...you just ignore this stupid, odd ball who has nothing better to do writing useless stuff babbling about wars, springs, flowers. Heh!