A New Wind
Carriza Arambulo
When might we save us from ourselves in the fullest
consciousness of what happens if we fail?
I looked up at the clear blue sky today and wondered underneath a tree so green, If trees could speak the language of humans, what would they say? Amidst the scars we leave on our home, there lies an Abode unseen. Shall we invite Despair and Misery for doomsday,
Or Joy and Love for a bright sunny day?
The gentle breeze felt like everything was fine.
Trees could not speak the language of humans for they speak a language of their own. But, how would we know the language of trees if the world was on fire? Yet, here we are, watching it burn from high up on our Throne.
A leaf’s water drop caressed my cheek as if recognizing that I am no tourist. Let us end our tale of deception and lies. May this new Wind that carries hope prevail!
