A young bird sat on tree branch,
looks here and there,
as if nothing to do
Confused whether to scream
out of woods,
fly somewhere else,
explore someplace else,
where nev’r been too
So rose I,
began to travel
fear within me,
spread my wings,
careful I,
predators hidden somewhere
And as I looked down below,
calm blue seas,
waves moving backward,
as I mov’d forward
empty white horizon beyond,
Few miles more,
green field appeared,
verdure all about,
so cool to sight,
flowers abound,
what earth’s beauty,
cracked aloud I
Few miles more,
cast me down,
sharp an’ clear,
couldn’t believe,
what’s down there.
What makes diff'rent from others?
taste buds perspires,
waters actually,
hills of chocolate, no wonder,
believe it or not,
Hover'd over once more,
twice more,
investigated the more,
then dropped over,
an’wonder’d still
Admires the brown scenery,
the once green grass perhaps,
convinced to golden brown,
by white hot sun,
oh, miracle n’ the making
Mud thrown about by naughty titans,
or formed tear liked,
from young love in despair,
as legend once told, .
Countless dark chocolate hills,
queue in rows,
all in same sizes, shapes,
packed like kisses,
ready for sale to touring men
The long hot summer,
shou'd have meltdown an’ simmer,
but none there is
Comes next wet season,
electric green grass,
resurrected life once more,
chocolate no more,
but insist to remain there,
broccoli liked lookin’ this time,
at this hour sellin’ still to touring few,
Novice I young falcon,
returns the next hot rising,
to witness again,
the turnin’ golden leaf,
of the ten world’s wonders,
the chocolate hills
enjoyable and pleasing write........... the turning golden leaf, of the ten worlds wonders, the chocolate hills.......... fantastic to read....... thank you for your kind sharing.
Reading this poem was a delicious and exhilarating experience.. Very nice composition indeed.. Well Done sir 10 regards Shan
beautiful tribute to our Chocolate hills where my ancestors live. I am very proud of you.., too
Hey, this poem is good. I wish that someday, I could see the chocolate hills not just because it is a wonder but because it is in the Philippines!
a lovely poem on a young falcon fascinated by the sight of beautiful hills of brown soil.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a vivid description of nature's wonder. I can see between the lines how beauty was embroidered in bohol's famous chocolait hills where I once visited way back in 1998 during our national convention. I made a poem too about this nature's wonder. thnaks, melvin