Il-Creator Poem by Jordan Legaspi

Every day is a blessing
But suddenly it’s hard to breath
The tree of life slowly dies
And air no more its death

The water, fullness of life
Now gone and dried up
Leaving the scares hive
No sign of love but empty cup

Dreams keep fire burning
The spirited seeking refuge
But the world found nothing
Pale and gray deluge

And the woman gives birth
The first born and fall of all
Flesh and bone of earth
Life and death her soul