The Waiting...... Poem by Antonio Liao

the vast land wait till dawn; from the raising of the
sun, down until the grass call to fall asleep, as it
patiently waits the moment to come in the ground
it lay

wild the forest with chaotic lives and harvest the
bounty fruit of abundant spring of living; makes no
different of all existence of life, full of rendezvous
offer on days of happiness

satisfaction mirror the joy of nothing more than,
a day of waiting the sun to rise from the darkest
skies of the night, show of what is not been
waiting and light of what was been hoping in the
opulent of the great heart, rejoice i woke

may the featherless wings fly, my dream of reality;
of where my deep awakening flock worth every
glow i've take until the endless waiting comes no
more fun in the laughter of show

wait my fluid sweet, strength switch it on, push
the pointless marathon of my run, for the wind
blew guide me to fly in the heaven above the sky,
never make you stop for the highway is near to
gone bye in any respect

now every blow, stop every grow, as the waiting
is over wait, until dawn for in every beginning end
with a new day to review for the starting point is
You.........