Poem 28

                                    

                                          
An Orchid on a tree and the Missionary
Written by Jen
                          
I have walked alone, no one by my side.
'Til I saw you under the moonlit night.
I was just a missionary, making people happy.
'Til I asked myself, "Should I be worry?"
                          
On the first day, your beauty is worthless.
You naturally wear your uniqueness.
Yourself, maintained by darkness.
Indeed, you're full of awareness.
                          
I'm confused, despite of what you have.
On the second day, "Why are you sat on that?"
I want to held you in my arm.
I want to keep you from harm.
                          
Third day, I'm willing to risk.
Just to hold your waist.
And guide you to a dance.
On your face, I want to take a glance.
                          
On the nth day, I'm failed to took a visit.
On our place, a typhoon hit.
I run as fast as I could.
Hoping that you're still on that wood.
                          
While on the run thinkin' one prayer.
Saying, "Please, hang in there."
I'm ready to become your rescuer.
Without thinkin' twice, I really want to meet you there.
                          
Slowly, I climb down on a cliff, I saw that tree where you hanging in.
I let out a sigh as a relief, reciting those lines.
Lines I want to use as a confess.
No matter what happen, I'm still into your happiness.
                          
My beautiful orchid on a tree.
You're successful making yourself free.
From all the agony while you're there hanging.
Coz behind that tree, I saw nothing.
                          
I'm failed saving you my orchid.
My precious orchid on the cliff.
An orchid that'll end me as a missionary.
A mission to make atleast everyone happy.