Does the sun muni-muni,
of moonbeams, whose cool rays,
reflect the starry night?
Do night skies,
no longer star struck,
muni-muni over the majesty of day,
where children laugh and play?
What of stifling desert breezes,
and frigid arctic air,
do they dream of switching places,
a momentary relief?
Does a bee ever wish,
a flower to be, or a flower a bee;
a pollination and germination,
reversal?
I wonder how it’d be,
with no question left unanswered,
life’s mysteries unraveled?
No words to write,
no dreams to dream,
or songs to sing…
A world without muni-muni,
at least for me.
-Gilda Patricia
Written for Word High July- 30 Beautiful Filipino Words.
Day 7- muni-muni (v.) To think deeply, to ponder.
Challenge set by A Reading Writer’s Blog, and Doodles and Scribbles.
https://areadingwritr.wordpress.com/2016/06/30/word-high-july-welcome/