Rusting Ground

World is like a motion, pictured with frames and boundaries

Sense the beautiful labor of water within the gates of peace

Why do the raven cry and beautiful flower have to smell like old rugged?

You are identified with a stature

And more you will carry that same arm to fight in your land

Day and night will the shaft range?

But still there’s no one who will ever care

How rusting is the ground that bears you till date

Met the seasons and fed you with strong winds

Was it not enough that you were lifted from desperateness?

How you trembled at the hour of scarce

But did find a solace place to rest

The ground was not enough, nor were the fruits that it bear

You were not of this world, but still count it to finish the race

It was a moment that taught you how to fight

Then sudden came the rust and made you blind and hallow

How could you remember your ground?

And tell the world your countless words

Does that hurt you as part to forget who you are?

Now you are here, but not there with all to receive your price