Poem and Photo by Dr Abe V Rotor
Talahib grass (Saccharum spontaneum) captures the dying glow
of the sky before a heavy rain. Lipa, Batangas. (AVR)
Beauty is heavy sky about to fall,
and sprays of talahib bloom,
proud to capture the last glow of day,
swaying to the will of the wind.
Goodbye to the feathery seeds fly,
knowing not their destiny;
and if freedom the prize of weaning
it is none but fate and duty.
Ephemeral is beauty simple and true,
weeping not on the side of gloom;
whoever is afraid does not deserve
the prize of this great mystery.
Beauty begets beauty, that we know,
and begets death too, at the end;
and lo! time passing and tears dry,
rise the hills and valleys green.~