As the sand sparkles,
The massive waves roar.
I am left with a feeling,
Of wanting something more.

Beyond the horizon,
Above the sea.
The breeze brings,
A single question to me.

“What is missing?”
A bright golden glow,
That paints the sky
Red nice and slow.

Agreeing with me,
The waves roar higher.
They miss swallowing,
The ball of fire.

The day doesn't end with
The sun making a fall.
But it begins as the sea
Spits out the fire ball.

“We begin the day for you”
The waves sing in chorus.
“If we can't see it end, someone
Somewhere will see it for us.”

My home misses sunrises
Over the roaring sea.
Here I miss the quiet sunsets
With a cup of coffee.

I feel close to my family,
Though I am on my own.
The sun I see rising,
Will set at my home.

Cool breeze, colours galore,
red carpet, clear sky,

Nature's palette, not one
colour invisible to the eye.

A painting with varied
hues of glorious dye.

Naked branches shake
as the leaves fly

then drop, kiss the earth
their final goodbye.

Yet not one poet writes
about autumn with a sigh -

Fall, beautiful leaves, fall
all that lives has to die.

Do the walls of the castle
Carved so beautifully
Hide behind them
Screams of a generation?

Do the stony roads that
Lead to beautiful houses
Stand over years of hatred
That destroyed a nation?

Do the beautiful flowers
Grow from the tears
Of those who were thrashed
And killed on this land?

Do the bombed roofs
Stand as a reminder
Of what has changed
As time slipped like sand?

Do you want to see how
Beautiful, happy people
Hide behind their smile
A world that's crumbling apart?

Walk through a quaint
German town someday,
And try hard to feel
The pain behind its art.