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

Past, Present and Future

It is wise to learn from the past
But realize it can’t be changed.
The present holds all we’ve not yet lost
Though its flow can’t be staved:
A moment so brief it can’t be measured,
Like a spark pushing past and future together.
The future dances in the wind
As the wheel of time continues to spin.

by Garret Woo

3/26/2019

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

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