To remember is not to forget
To talk words of though is to remember
To anguish the pain

The breeze flows through the leaves like a gentle hand
Absorbed by the sun to flourish,
golden rays break through where possible
Invading the peacefulness of the land,
at the same time creating life

Life which none of us respects
Through the eyes of innocence
one cannot tell wether it shall doom to end or be a new start

One should respect or all
thant is loved shall be taken away

21 July 1998