Listen
the waking grass singing
a hymn
of spring
look
fish in the river
sketching a picture
with colorful inks
the sound of spring
carries a beautiful dream
the ancient laughter
blue gentle skies
soft calm breeze
shy flower buds
decorating a desolate forest
on the quiet
windowsill
there's sweet story
of swallows
burts of intoxicating jasmine
the heart is like
a kite flying
around in the sky
in search of it's
own share of clouds.

I like poetry
though i don't write it well
every poem contains my thoughts
every line is the perception
and crystallization of
my inner feelings
i've read countless
poems
some are written by famed poets
some by lovers
just like myself
and i always envy and admire
their literary styles
and talents
in the world of words
everyone is the original creator
some play the codes
elegantly
some just express the moods
with words plainly
the world is too big
and not everyone can make the texts look pretty
but words
bring each of us
light and illumination
i like poetry
though i don't
play it well.

Imagination is
the ocean at sunset
thought is a boat
emotion is the wind in a morning
life is the home of the sea
inspiration is the direction of wind
ink is the treasure of the hall
love is the gold in the chest
destiny is the shore
imagination is lighthouse
in the dark
thought is a candle
emotion is the symbol
of a tower
life is the guardian of lamp
youth is the power
of a tower
inspiration is the source
of light
ink is the soulmate of life
destiny is the creator of a fountain
inspiration is the marching
footsteps
carrying inspired ideas
the love
of the century
in the universe
of life.

Clear sky returns
to the land of winter
the field of silence
begins to breathe
vigorous breaths
the forest greening
venerably
the outline of mountains
clean gentle and deep
in the sky
the setting sun bypasses trees
over the hillside
and slowly the sky turns orange
the most peaceful
pure twilight
the sight
of the brightest star
in a deep sleep
is a surprise
a gift
starlets climb
onto the quiet inky village
like an ancient fairy tale
let us collect
every sunny day
then we will become
as affluent
as nature.

Dream is
the autumn leaves
the winter snow
the spring water
the mountain fog
the rainbow
the fragrance of
flowers
the song
of birds
dream truly
exists.

Where there is water
there is greenness
where there is greenness
there must be elegant
shadows of butterflies
feel life
with your heart
and you'll find
beauty is all around
a wandering journey is hard work
but the distant landscape
the trees the flowers
the colors
it's so poetic
intoxicating
it's picturesque
happiness.

In the morning
icy raindrop climbs up my cheek
painting a dream
mischievously
hoisting one sail after another
shadow of loneliness in silence
starts to stagger
in a busy world
decorate the hustle and bustle
with a smile
perhaps it's the distance
that affects the heart
perhaps it's ordinary
that is the nature
can't say for sure
rain is still falling
the story continues.