The Tragic Tale Poem by Sunday Champion

When the sun rises
It tells a tale
A tale we can feel but can't behold

When the rain descends from on high
It tells a tale of a new season
A season for the field

Lo! When your one breaks your heart
It tells a tale of pain
That may be difficult to erased

When the shadow of your beloved 
you can't behold anymore 
Its a pain greater than hunt
Then, you can neither cry nor weep 

Behold The greatest of all tragic!
To lead a life out of His presence
Living without a dream

Then, you are just a living corpse 
like the chaff which the wind blows away
Lost in the dept. Of the ocean  
Life then, is nothing but an event

Is life not more than this?
Look at the born Kings and gi ants
living like grasshoppers........
Lead a dream.. And your life will never disappear from greatness 

                                       CHAMPION