Though Our Trees Are Evergreen

Evergreen

I have gone through every file in my old hard drive but unfortunately I could not find the "Poem of the Mid-Autumn Revolution" which I mentioned in the previous post. I begin to wonder whether I wrote it or not. Or did I just compose the two lines out of thin air and weave them into my memory cells?

Nevertheless, let's move on and savour the present moment.

The landscape above was one of the many pictures I took on Merdeka morning this year at the Penang Botanic Gardens. The chair was wet after the morning shower, and mists could still be seen in the background, muting the sunlight and creating a soft glow in the surrounding greeneries.

Indeed the trees in the tropics are always lush and green throughout the year. The lack of seasonal change can sometimes make the passage of time illusive. One moment we are still young, cherishing the fruits of youth, and the next moment, old age has set into our porous bones.

Though our trees are evergreen
Autumn falls like it's never been
When once vigour flowed through our veins
Now our bones are wrought in pain

With no milestones to mark the seasons
Time passes on in the guise of illusions
The crawl of decades flicked by in seconds
And fields of Elysium constantly beckons