The voiceless person speaks
Mute he is and deaf they seem
His sound is his expression
Sense is what he tries hard to make,
To comprehend is how he tries to enlighten
Frustrated the voiceless person is
But contented when not blind and deaf
For blindless and deafless is his key
To all his doors
Seed
A seed is planted
Blessed with life and open doors
Flourished in grace with such wise
And embrace life as it gently comes
For that tree shall one day wither
Unfound
The seeds planted underneath the soil
Sits dormant still and awaits to become
Meditate to wise into vibrance soon
Beauty awaits those eyes to indulge
Into peace it sways the heart to love
Still planted those seeds underneath and unfound...
