When it was the day of dismissal,
Death kept laughing at the irony;
how someone so brazen and lifeless
was yet thriving in the realm of breaths.

Leaves and Trees; the green,
In a gentle breeze they swing
The chirping sounds of birds,
In my ears they start to ring

The great Waters,
When in the Sun they glisten and shine
The high hills and mountains,
I sense their solitude in mine

The stars
In the dark, they sparkle
The sky
With the patterned clouds, leave me startled

In my room,
I sit to write
For the tears,
That didn't fall when I cried.

A gust of fresh air;
By nature is what the greens share.
When shared by people, it brings sparks to my eyes
and with joy my heart cries.

Gazing inside I see
A universe in me
The everlasting green, the life
The light, the optimist's glyph

Gazing inside I see
A disgust and disgrace in me
Not a devil, but worst
A monster iced by the muscle frost
that siphons my light
A triumph to none, between me and my fight

Gazing inside I see
A person in the flee
I wonder if it is me?

The vines were jeweled by the raindrops,
In a blooming green field; danced the crops.
I was gazing at the sorcering sight,
The rain teeming the green with its might.