Like Yay me...i can post on this blog...hahahahaha...like several papers remaining...must do our best...make sure we don't lose to 3-1 (our new rivals...kind off i suppose)!!!!!! SO we must MOST DEFINITELY, INDUBITABLY, without fail, mug our hardest (like lailai. Oh and 1 more thing. Here's a poem to relieve everyone'stress. Ya, I hope it comes in helpful in achieving its purpose of helping all of you minds off e exam stress. Presenting the Forest Duo:

Forest

Chopped and burnt,
How you suffer so.
Bare trees stand now,
In a land forsaken,
By those who initially inhabited it.
The air is sad,
Salty from tears.
Trees that lay in eternal grey darkness,
Never seeing light since many a year ago.
Alone in this world,
Comrades all dead.
Oh forest of despair,
Show me your desires.
Show me what you wish,
What you yearn for dearly.
All you want is life again,
To be part of the living,
To have them return to your side once again
From where they are now.
Wishing for the light to fill the void in your soul.
Which is empty and bare.
Stripped naked,
Thrust into the bed of dead black roses,
Those who step foot into the land feel the pain,
The thorns that have cursed the souls that reside here.
Bleed to death and become one with the land,
The land of the dead and grey,
Where it rains everyday.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Forest

The breath of god creates life,
In many forms.
In a stream of light,
The sound of water,
Plummeting heard throughout the land.

The long unnourished forest rejoices,
For this is the first within a long, long time.
Drink up now, children of the forest,
Take your fill, and much, much more,
Lest a new war begins.

The river nymphs sing,
Healing their wounds from their last battle.
Oh yes, be overjoyed,
For this will not last forever.
All good things will eventually come to an end.

Father and son,
Caught in the middle of their escapades.
Unable to escape unharmed.
He shields his head from the icy droplets,
Unwilling to be pelted.

Within minutes, thankfully,
They make their escape from the treacherous wild.
The odd thing is, even in the midst of their flight,
They escape unscathed,
Without a wound or scar to mark their experience.

Through the large forest with twist and turns,
His father navigates dexterously.
Beguiled the little one inquires,
His father but shrugs his shoulders,
Refusing to speak another word.

“Somehow, it seemed much more,
Different as compared to when I was young,”
His father mutters to himself.
The little boy bedazzled,
Mind pondering over his father’s astonishing words.

The rain is over,
The family safely home.
Back in the forest,
Little creatures emerge from their sanctuaries..

Little droplets rolling off the leaves,
Down to the base of the canopy.
The air is cool in the midst of night.
Must the sun come again soon?

In the distant a woman shrieks,
Nothing but stumps everywhere.
Fear and consternation,
Will anyone comfort her?

Her journey through life and suffering,
Simply beginning.
She came all this way,
To see but a barren wasteland with nothing but thrash?

Disheartened,
She turns and leaves,
Preparing to return,
From whence she came.