The Sun That Never Rise

When the blades were green and full of vigour,

When it stood facing the rays of the sun,

When the gentle breeze of the wind blew gently its leaves,

When together with the butterflies it joyfully played with the rhythm of the nature,

When it added to the glorious ambiance of the panorama,

Everything was alive.

When the green blades were removed and the total vigour were changed into frailness,

When it cannot anymore stood with the rays of the sun,

When the gentle breeze of the wind that blew gently its leaves were turned into a storm of mourning,

When the butterflies that played with the rhythm of the nature

Became gigantic vultures that consumed the corpse,

When the glorious ambiance of the panorama turned into a sorrowful grief,

Death replaced life.

When death replaced life and everything you were fighting for came into nothing,

When you needed to bid farewell to the point of no return,

When you saw your love ones shed their tears unceasingly,

When you needed to face the reality that you cannot anymore laugh with them,

Eat with them and cry with them,

When you needed to accept the fact that you cannot anymore protect them,

Then that is the most sorrowful moment.

Yet, like grasses, we should not lose hope

That someday the sun will rise in the horizon of the east

That the ferocious waves of the ocean turns into tranquillity

That the vicious storm turn into a gentle breeze

That the farewell that you feared of, turn into a welcoming embrace

That the tears that you shed turns into wide-ranging laughter

That the fear of not experiencing the laughter and companionship

Turns into horrible nightmare

That you will wake up and everything is just a dream

I hope it is…

That like the grasses on the ground,

Your dreams, hopes and other aspirations will slowly sprout in the surface of life

That you can say again to yourself this is another beautiful morning in my life

But that is not the reality of a man grieving for the loss of his beloved best friend

Of the loss of the person whom he considered as his standing colossal that protects him,

That loves him tenderly

The loss of his father

I am grieving, I am grieving, I am grieving

Until when?

Only God knows

I hope everything is just a dream.