“Good morning, Pooh Bear,” said Eeyore gloomily. “If it is a good morning,” he said. “Which I doubt,” said he.

“Why, what’s the matter?“

“Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We can’t all, and some of us don’t. That’s all there is to it.“

“Can’t all what?” said Pooh, rubbing his nose.

“Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush.“

Hawak-kamay
Di kita iiwan sa paglakbay
Dito sa mundong walang katiyakan
Hawak-kamay
Di kita bibitawan sa paglalakbay
Sa mundo ng kawalan

Mapanglaw
Sa dilim ng gabi
Nag-udyok, humalina
Sumilip, tumalima, humimlay na
Bukas kaya

Bumbilya
Ilaw, Liwanag
Tala sa kisame
Bunga ng isip, teknolohiya
Ideya

Is it staring
Looking, swirling, spinning
It’s just a spring

It stands high on the streets
Day and night it never sleeps
Captured inside a box of lens
Who could have guess, unless.

For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind

You can own the Earth and still
All you’ll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind

Excerpt from Pocahontas – Colors of the Wind Lyrics

We seem not to understand
The words we see and hear
A cry of help or neglect
Barriers of cause and effect

words express what we feel. whatever is written, a language not all may understand and yet the message cuts through the mind of those who can. it could be a warning sign, a reminder or a love note posted somewhere else… it is somehow a way of delivering what we want the world to know.

She hails from Djibouti Republic
The Horn of Africa where she belongs
A fair lady of the Somali Peninsula
Deserts of Kuwait became her own home.

Morning of noise
Night of peace
Under the shade
Tomorrow an escapade