Who is who?
which is which?
Who am I?
What will I be?
If I is I,
then who is me?
Am I able to recall the real me?
or it will all just be,
the ideal me?
Hazel's meaning of life:
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| "It can live up to 3,500 years" |
The rain starts to pour on the feet of the mighty sequoia tree. In there, the eagles are seen scavenging on carcasses of the dead animals. The world is slowly waving its goodbye. Rain stops. Teardrops. All are bidding farewell."Tick-tock, Tick-Tock". All gone. But, the sequoia tree is still standing there.
" I am the sun in the night;
the moon in the broad daylight.
I am the left in right,
and the black in white."
If you can comprehend this poem, then, you are able to know a glimpse about me.
"If the world has lost its colors,
then, I'll make you remember them."
Every time the music plays,
my heart just won't stop to raise.
I am a child of music,
my heart will always belong in harmony.
I often compose melody,
then, it will stay in my memory.
In here, I'm happy...
But, am I really allowed to pursue this melody?
and the black in white."
If you can comprehend this poem, then, you are able to know a glimpse about me.
Passion
and sentiment:
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| The spices that I used to build-up my world. |
"If the world has lost its colors,
then, I'll make you remember them."
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| "I was born to belong, to the lines of a song, and make them my home."
-Carpenters
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Every time the music plays,
my heart just won't stop to raise.
I am a child of music,
my heart will always belong in harmony.
I often compose melody,
then, it will stay in my memory.
In here, I'm happy...
But, am I really allowed to pursue this melody?
HOW DO I PERCEIVE THINGS?
"This and That"
It's just this,
It's just that.
But it is not this,
If it is not that.
My this,
is not your that.
We have different perspective,
of this and that.
Don't tell my this---
is not that.
Because my this is this,
since it's different from that.
I am Hazel Ann Halup, who am I again?
Perhaps,
I'm the sequoia tree...
Born in a picturesque place,
that is raised with love and grace.
It is evident in her parents face,
the happiness when they've seen their baby's face.
O, I know I can't be immortal,
but, I know my works are.
I paint, compose songs, and write,
That is how I spend a lot of my time.
Here are some of my works:
How about you? How are you spending most of your time? Are you willing to be a sequoia tree too?
"Even the sequoia tree meets its end"
Some of my literary works:
https://wheremyheartresides1.blogspot.com/2019/11/music-arts-and-literature.html
