How Far…

How far have I fallen from the tree?
Cast to the ground;
At last I am free.
The wind shifts its course,
I fall a bit further
And drift down the street
Across to the corner.
There I take root
And grow with the ages.
I tower the roofs,
Building taller in stages.

I still see the tree
Whose branches I fell from.
They dance in the breeze,
Flowing under the same sun.

by Garret Woo

4/28/2019

Night’s Symphony

When the sun is exhausted by the pull of the moon
It loses the power to balance the two.
The wing of a shadow spreads over our eyes
Consuming the earth with secrets untied.
And all of the plotting by darkness contrived
Brings forth the sounds from nature derived.
The noise of the wind through hollowed out trees
Plays ancient notes of the Night’s Symphony.
Ebbing and flowing through leaves of green,
The air fluxes and murmurs in somber routine.
Things in dark places make curious sounds
With skittering feet, around and around.
Until rays of sun through heavens extend;
As quick as it started the Symphony ends.

by Garret Woo

1/18/2019

Fate’s Will

A rational pain has found refuge in me,
Once given to whims but now I can see:
It is acceptance by which destiny thrives
And only Fate’s will which dictates our lives.

So do as you wish for finality’s sake,
As so often the end unexpectedly takes
Our entire existence and all that we’ve done
And drifts into nothing like clouds to the sun.

by Garret Woo

c. 2004

Golden Lion

The golden lion’s poise is regal to behold;
With tremendous body swaying, decisive and bold.
The rays of the sun respect him and shine upon him well,
As if to pay him tribute for reflections of themselves.
His place is known by all who’ve seen his light,
Either through mutual agreement or torn by vicious bite.

The sun will outlast the lion regardless,
It cannot preserve his gold.
It is time alone that will tame this lion
By making him grow old.

by Garret Woo

12/31/2018

Men of Honor

Men of honor shed blood of iron,
They sacrifice all for their will.
Men in the sun, its only begun
To shed its light for thee.
Now is the time, oh brothers of mine,
To shed your blood with me.
Let us fight, let us die, let us conquer,
But may we lie in the glorious halls of heaven,
Forever remembered by those who knew,
And those who still savor life,
Engraved in stone, our names forever,
On the glorious Wall of Sacrifice.

by Garret Woo

c. 2004

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