The Gobi Legend
Pui Kiu College, Joanne Chung On Ching, Poetry: Group 3
Once in far-away land,
Filled with greenery and lives.
Floras and foliages,
Pines and daisies.
Deep inside the wood,
There laid a crystal.
As long as it stayed,
Peace would never be slayed.
Young Adam wandered in the wood,
Sniffing grass and chewing fruits.
Something sparkling caught his eye,
There he saw, the crystal shine.
Jade-like jewel
Lured him through
Lifted the stone
Disaster moaned
Land collapsed and ground shook
Creatures were killed and vines turned dead
The crystal shattered and turned to ash
Meadows vanished and were blown into dust.
Nothing was left,
Except a pile of Gobi Sand.
