Poem: Tragedy of peace

Seasons are changing—winter of peace fades.
Spring seems to bring the rebirth of war.

Worst case, a summer of conflict looms.
Yet the song of war has been a long time coming.
We have been sleeping through the long peace.

Each crisis, each event, piling up like leaves on the road.
Snoozing the alarm every time—
now it cannot be silenced.

The theatre of war is already here.
Acts of sabotage and murder,
neighbours turning hostile.

We ignore escalation, like a spring storm creeping in.
Doing the bare minimum,
hoping recycling plastic is enough,
or that providing ammo is enough.

One nation invades another—
for some, war is already here.
Like spring, the storm of war arrives.

A fiery storm that could reduce everything to chaos.
Soon, it could pull everyone into the war.

For many, they have escaped the heavy rain
Only when the winds grow stronger
and the flooding begins
do we start to ask questions.

A flood of lies—
Not an invasion, they say. They started it.
Rewriting history, erasing the lives of the lost.
Fighting these lies is necessary—
the truth is, it was an invasion.

The winds of war carry not just destruction,
but the death of truth.

For others, the war becomes a distant memory,
like spring in the dead of winter.

A winter of lies,
snow covering the truth.

The gears of war have rusted, and rebuilding will take time—
but time is what we lack.

Instead, we wound down,
cut the trees, and called it job done.

Now the forest is bare—empty.
No longer green, but run down.
What replaces it is not peace, but decay.

The coming storm is far more dangerous,
and it comes for us all.

The price of peace is the ability to defend,
but also the will to fight for what you believe in.

Cost of peace is high, but cost of war far higher and burns a hole in generations. Must be ready to fight, otherwise what is the point?

You cannot change the world we live in,
but that does not mean we are powerless.

If you wish for people to fight,
you must give them something to fight for.

Give them a reason to uphold the order.

My fear is we lack that.

A positive reward is required,
a vision for what comes after.

Now is not the time for retreat.
Now is the time to stand together,
united against this threat.

Inaction will lead to ruin and destruction spreading.

It is always painful when friends turn to foes,
but nothing lasts forever.

Freedom of speech is not freedom to offend.
Decrying freedom whilst removing others’ freedom is an insult to justice.
Those who failed to prevent this should go into the jaws of war first.
Broad shoulders should bear the weight of this failure—
to plan, to control, to own their mistakes.

The burden of this fight should be for all to bear.
The poor and weak fight for your freedom—
you should willingly give up your gold to pay for it.
We sacrifice our lives for your selfishness.
The least you could do is pay your respects and dues.
Otherwise, give up your privilege
for someone who will treat it with more care.

Green trees are turning into golden brown

New look for a new season

Leaves are slowly falling to the ground

Gentle wind breaks the fall

Leaves are dancing in the wind to the sound of autumn

Birds singing their last song, leaving to warmer lands

Gentle breeze with the light sound of rain

Wet autumn turning to the sound of crunching leaves

School children marching back to the classroom

Winter is coming, but first, the autumn dance of leaves

Days growing darker and longer, colder and winds stronger

Atric winds stripping the trees of it leaves 

Before the colour fades, evergreens still green everything else returning in spring

Digital Desert – A Tribute to Casey

You crafted a wonderful garden. Thank you for taking the time, effort, energy, and love to build this place. From the turmoil that engulfed the world, you created something beautiful. The grass is green, and the flowers are in full bloom. It took vision, time, energy, and love to build this garden. It was your garden which you turned into a community space. You let us into your garden, trusting us to help build something magical. A community garden full of life and wonderful people. A busy gardener can be lonely, failing to see all the growth. Yet here we are, like a colorful garden. Full of life, birds, bees, and more enjoying it. Something is missing, and that is you. We will feel your absence and miss your smile. My biggest regret is not getting to know you more.

It does not feel the same without you here. We will wait like a dog for your return and keep tending this place.

Storm clouds

Storm clouds gather fast,
Thunder rolls, lightning flashes—
Nature’s fierce dance cast.

Thunder rolls above,
Lightning’s dance across the sky—
Nature shows its fury.

In this powerful dance,
Elements in bold discourse,
Commanding our glance.

Alive with true colors,
Nature’s light show of fear, power—
A spectacle for hours.

Over in minutes, grey clouds emptying their fury,
Onwards we watch the show.
Safe inside while storm rages outside,
Picking up the mess, nature’s reminder:
We are visitors in the garden of life.

Farewell Ripples

You’re not alone, even in calm waters; always listen to your heart.

One final signal before that connection fades, yet remains unforgotten.

We spoke to each other only in passing, by chance, improbable odds aligning.

The brief crossing of paths, a moment to sail in different directions.

Before darkness descends once more, silence follows, and we seek the next connection.

As we pass, the ripples you created touched many—a kindness spreading across the sea creatures.

You shone like a lighthouse, revealing hidden rocks, even though we shared some of those same obstacles.

Ahead lies a long journey, with many more rocks and storms filled with strong winds threatening to pull you off course.

Remember, you’ll never be truly alone; reach out when you need help.

No matter life’s waves, you can still extend across the vast ocean.

May this ocean provide the support, strength, and love you need.

Seek a similar ship, burdened with rainbows; always reach out when you’re lost.

A lighthouse will guide you back to the right path, a safe haven from life’s icebergs.

Beware of false lighthouses—those seeking control rather than assistance during stormy weather.

Our ships may follow separate paths, but know that we’ll come to your aid if needed—even if it means crossing oceans to find you once more.

We all lose our way at times; it may feel like the end, but it’s just a new beginning.

Life must go on, even with this painful departing message.

You won’t be the last ship I pass and bid farewell to.

Cycle of Life

We start with a spark of love
And live a life that kindles more love
When death comes like an old friend
He guides us to the heavens

Our family tree grows green with time
Its earthly musk branches reaching far and wide, full of life
But sometimes one is strapped too soon,
Before it blooms with delicate colorful flowers, creating a family rainbow

The dark grey cloudly sky pours down its blessings then
And tears waters the branches once more, faces of living becoming rivers
We return to the roots of our tree, earth opening accepting us
And rest in peace for evermore

Grief is the price we pay for love
We may not know each branch, but still
They are our kin, our flesh and blood
Their love lives on, eternal and still

Say hello to them for me
Let them lead you to a new life
Smile for death, he’s an old friend
Death is not the end, it is the start