My Sweet Haven
The place where i was born
The room where i grew up
Soft winds at dawn sweep across my
face,
Carrying scents through the window’s
lap.
Sunbeams peek through the window’s
cap.
Nature’s brushstokes paint a beautiful
mountain range,
Frame by my window’s gentle gaze.
Bougainville’s radiant meganta face,
A testament to my Aunt’s love and care,
Smile at me through the window,
A connection to the pass.
On my wall, a beehive,
A testament to my Father’s art,
Honeybee sashay in, a sunny splash,
Brightening my day through the window.
Moonlight streams into my bed
Filling my dreams with gentle delight
instead.
Numerous spot, boasting stunning
Beauty and awe-inspiring wonder
Each unique and beautiful its own sheen,
Yet none can rival the one where my heart first beat, where my story began,
and my soul found its seat.
Thats ‘Sweet Haven’ vanished from sight
The tree that once swayed with gentle
grace
Now stands as skeletons in a barren
place.
A stone, once solid, now cracked by
water’s steady beat.
All this beauty, that once filled my life,
Now just a bittersweet story to recall.
