An invisible foe

lurks in every corner

within the air we breath

within the world we reside.

Days passed as centuries

of agony

of fear

and of human sufferings.

On the frontlines,

doctors and nurses

fought an  endless battle

against this enemy, Coronavirus.

2020 an year of change,

an year of turbulence.

How many lives did it claim?

how many people did it impact?

Let us not forget those

who labored to save lives

who helped in one's darkest hour of need

who kept each other in safety.

In December

a door of new possibility opened,

with the proclamation

of an vaccine.

Let us not despair

for hope is in the air!

Let us rejoice

for this virus is vanquished!

Normalcy will return

as an flower in eternal bloom.

My inner confidence

of my sense of individualism will,

and always be a part of me.

Through hardships and strives.

As a chip on my shoulder -

with me it companioned

through darkness, through triumphs,

and through all of my ordeals.

With me, as the years passed -

it grew ever stronger.

Burgeoning like a flower in bloom,

attracting the bees of life.

A moment of triumph,

a moment of doubt,

and a feeling of isolation.

How the smile on my face

swelled, like an apple

ripe red after an harvest;

glistening with droplets of sunshine.

How the smile on my face

wavered then faltered,

like a leaf in flight -

fluttering up then down, left then right.

How the smile on my face

drooped like an arching parabola;

slowly ascending, slowly declining,

as if in a pilgrimage of solitude.

Triumph, doubt, isolation;

all enriched, all bequeathed, all endowed

an individual

with a sip of life.

How I Envy the Flying Creatures of the Sky.

Flying carelessly, without worry or grief.

With their wings, oh their

beautiful, delicate wings!

Always flying in the air,

in a sky so fair!

How I envy the flying creatures of the sky.

Unbogged with the troubles of humanity.

Living their days happily -

though simple, in their own ways.

Always flying in the air,

in a sky so fair!

Oh, oh! How I envy them!

Being able to spread their wings;

flying unrestrained, ever carefree.

How I wish to be -

always flying in the air,

in a sky so fair!

Deep within a sequoia labyrinth of forest,

a spiral of cloud ascended

upwards the red regnant sky.

As if like an emperor

with imperious airs mount his throne.

Within the forests, besides the spiral,

lay a vast open lake.

Encompassing the entire shore;

like a mother embracing her children

tight with warmth.

Sparkling waves gleamed,

tide after tide.

How the water captured the sunlight -

within every single droplets.

Like tears of joy

glazing in a mother's eyes;

at the sight of her children

ascending to the sky.

With a humble pride mingling

with a tinge of sadness.