Ended Tread Poem by Ana Liza Corpuz Nabor

Like a spring it flows unceasingly
Murmurs beauty of hope.
Like a sylvan that uplifts its course
Quite severe, hard; scorching to the veins

As the winter zephyr offers a parting caress
Reminding that there's still tomorrow.
Shivering in a cashmere of fatigue,
Oozing big tears from weary eyes.

With tranquility
Summer awaits. A glittering light came into sight
It is not a rife discernment; just believe
Finally the incessant walk took its period.

With soft hums.
There he lies
White roses surrounds him; swaying as they wave
A thin curve formed his lips
"What an indelible memory this would be, " thought he.

For today they know him,
Afflicted he was.
Bubbles of bliss slowly fading
As memories dispersed above
Flown with the shadows of clouds.