“Seeping through my
bones, way up to my head, causing a headache.
There I stood, in the
coldness alone.
Watching you,
Wrapped in a warm thick
cloth, drinking hot chocolate.
Here I am, looking through the window, looking
for something to warm me up.
Watching with envy in my
eyes,
as small kids running
around bringing new things for my friend besides me.
As I pray that they
would notice, I need it too.
Wondering who will be
the one to bring some warmth to me.
But,
Who are going to do
that?
Giving a thick muffler
or maybe just a piece of cloth to wrap me up.
Let alone offering a mug
of hot chocolate.
To an old tree like me?”
“I was born whenever
white fill the Earth.
Sometimes complete with
a muffler dyed in red,
sometimes I’m lucky
enough to even have eyes.
I can speak many languages,
for every country
in this world are filled with me.
Kids loves playing with
me,
and I’m happy that they
make me pretty.
Storm and Sun are my
worst enemy,
and maybe some jealous
feline or just humanity.
Be glad, oh Old Tree.
You would still be here
after Earth is finally free,
from the whiteness of
the snow, and Spring knocked on the door.
For a little snowman
like me, Death is as easily as 1,2,3.”
This is something from my old notebook, but I add something here and there, correcting my English and so on. Puitis jugak rupanyan Cik Blogger ni dulu2, ada bakat.
Oklah, Cik Blogger nak pergi kejar idea, entah mana pulak dia pergi.
