The Painful Truths.

Like the flutters of gentle breeze,

And like the rustling of autumn leaves,

My bewildered thoughts, it escaped my body

To discover the truth of unknown quest.

Up on the hills facing the rising sun,

The flags flap amid ferocious fogs.

The inscriptions on it, when fades with time,

I discovered the fact of impermanence.

Down in the flow of swift rivers,

Swims the fishes with fearless soul,

Yet when in the tyrants net they entangle,

I discovered the truth of untimely death.

In the fields filled with the final reap

When suddenly the storms hits violently

The peasants, they weep in agony

And I discovered the truth of uncertainty.

The chromatic rainbows on the hillsides

And the flowers that embellish the gardens,

When in fragment of seconds they perish,

I realized the short lives of natural beauty.

Thus far, my thoughts it roamed

And like the free flowing river life passes by

Never to return and when I realized my wilderness,

I discovered that final destiny is one step closer.