'WORK PERMIT'

Rey Jorca Supranes

When you died,

'Twas a bereavement.

The red leaf ceased to flourish;

Expectations were on the rise

Of becoming dry and wrinkled;

Wilting wasn't that far.

I was left confined, shackled, restrained;

Uncertainties loomed;

Is this the end of the road?

I strived, I sought;

To bring you back to life.

Your resurrection through the magnificent lake;

With its weightless current waded right in

For my freedom and restoration.

When you finally landed in my hands;

You give strength and freshness;

To a new leaf

Of hopes and dreams.