..the dismissal.

Any end has a beginning,
To get to the end one has to start,
As time goes by it starts thinning,
Up to one to prove who's smart.

Trying is failing,
Doing is achieving,
Finishing is progress,
Quitting invokes distress.

Suddenly the revenant comes back,
Surprise on the face of the knowledgeable,
No one knew what made one's presence lack,
Asking was one way but One showed a bit unstable.

Many thought One a quitter,
Hence those looks and thoughts of bitter,
Only One knew what was his reason,
Remember all of nature follows its season.

..sharpen.

Or forever hold your peace..
Is peace what one is looking for?
If so, one did not need reminding.
If not, why bother?

Just like a whole batch of good fruit can be ruined by one bad one;
The same can happen to a pure mind with one horrendous thought to act.
Who's to stop one?

Perhaps two..

..linger to die.

As the trees swiveled in the light breeze, the drum sounds echoed in the forest.
The air surrounding the area was animous, full of life.
The animals were hunting at the wild.
The hunters were hunting at the hunting wild.
All was balanced, harmony was everywhere.

A sudden sound new to the atmosphere.
Everything stopped and tried to locate its origin.
And so the search began..

..feeder.

Wolf looks up to the dusking sky.
Eagle sees the sparkle the Wolf's murderous eyes.
A hoot, the Owl has spoken.
No longer under the radar of nature, for the Wolf is now very well present to life.

A shooting star lights the sky for a brief moment.
Wolf has blended in again, no longer visible.

A stone fell into the lake, the sound disturbed the silence.
The Owl snapped at the source, it was the wolf again.
The Eagle soared off into the distance, a Crow in its talons.
With a glimpse and a shudder, the Owl took to the air to find its favourite prey.

The Wolf glanced at the moon and let off the usual howl of the night.
It seems only Wolf cannot disappear.

..carrier of seeds.

A certain organism is produced after a battle with its own creation.
Complex in structure yet simple in function.
Knows what its job is, gets to work.
Succeeds by doing, fails by trying.
Privileges are only a dream for the worker does not deserve a rest.

For all this, only a pat and no medal.
Good job son; you have made a world for yourself, but you cannot enjoy it.

Look at the others, they are destroying it..give them a medal.
Why?
Undoing is more rewarding?
Forget the vision, the pain that follows the happy thoughts..
That flower will do.

..holes in the rock beneath.

So sorry to see such damage, such danger among.
Pity is no longer necessary.
Abuse, re-abuse, refrain from fixing, just spit.

When a system fails, is one obliged to repair it? Or just ditch it for a new one?
Might as well, uselessness to all may be life to another.
So search the scattered graveyard for what one does not need.

It just might be what one really needs.

..bittersweet need.

Strands from the same piece of cloth are similar.
What if one wishes for a piece of cloth with dissimilar texture?
Can it be done?
Is it too much for man to accept diversity within the same piece?

Enlarge the view of the concept; can man accept one another for being different from oneself?
If our bodies did not reflect light and the colour of the skin didn't show..how different would one be from one another?

Maybe it is too much to ask for, one might just stick to the fabricated cloth the tailor offers..or make his own.