Poem by Eden S. Trinidad
Can we stop the rain from falling?
The sun from rising every morning?
And bask the earth with ethereal beauty?
Who can say to the birds to stop flying above the earth?
And choose the branches they want to perch?
And the beast of the fields from being greedy?
Who can stop a baby as it weeps
missing the warmth of mom’s arm when left him suddenly cold
and miss the lullaby of the first voice he hears
“if the sparrows are sold for a penny?
None of them fall to the ground outside his care”
Even the sands are cradle by the winds
we all are more valuable than all these things.