Tai Chi Straight Sword Love



I woke once
To the sound of the wind
Rustling through the leaves,
The smell of the rain-soaked earth,
And the cool air tingling my skin.

I woke once
To the sound of children's laughter
Rippling like water,
The smell of freshly baked bread,
And the hot summer sun on my face.

I woke once
To the sound of snow
Pitter-pattering and painting the world white,
The smell of winter blossoms,
And the winter chill stinging my nose.

I wake now
To the sound of bombs
Screaming as they fall,
The smell of blood all around me,
And the damp cold bringing death ever nearer to me.