When lightning strikes and thunder rolls
Across the vast and darkened sky,  
Some people feel with fearful minds,
Some spirits fighting way up high.  

When lightning strikes and thunder rolls,  
Across the vast and greyish sky,  
Some people think with pensive minds,  
Gods are angry but know not why.  

When lightning strikes and thunder rolls,  
Across the vast and moody sky,  
We can reason with carefree minds,  
It’s Nature’s way to shout and cry!  

So whatever the answer is,
We should relax and be at ease.

Every evening around seven
From my balcony at back,
I see a flock of little birds
Flying eastwards from the west;
They knew exactly where
They were going
For their evening’s rest.

From my balcony out front
I see a flock of bigger birds,
Flying east then turning south
In the sky over the sea;
Going into the clouds
they knew so well,
Where  they want to be.


(Klebang, Malacca, Malaysia  2010)

It’s easy to just follow and just do,  
Every action, everything without a clue  
As to the how things work, as to the why,  
Using brains occasionally by and by.  

From here misunderstandings will start,  
When from reason we carelessly depart,  
Anger, jealousy, ill-feelings will abound,  
We get checkmated at every single round.  

Lots of patience we should not abuse,  
Thinking, reasoning well, we must always use,  
For no matter how we call its normal name,  
Really understanding has always been the game.

I saw the colours one rainy day,
Just after the showers had all gone,
The seven were brilliant, freshly formed,
Above in the skyway where they shone;
The Rainbow stayed for just a short while,
Before it slowly began to fade,
And I was struck with the calm and peace,
Grateful for what sun and rain had made.

Walking in the countryside
Dozing on the afternoon grass
Fanned by a cool fresh breeze
Many lovely moments to pass
Gazing upon cottoned clouds
Enjoying singing birds nearby
Listening to rippling streams
Lovely moments to make one sigh

The little monkeys asked their elders,
Why Evil on earth never ends,
Mankind seems quite incapable,
For everyone to live as friends.

Earthly souls are so corrupted,
And goodness is seldom known,
For Evil has triumphed as usual,
Since the first day that it was sown.

Why is Cruelty abundant,
Why is everything so unfair,
Why do all poor people suffer,
Aren't there good folks anywhere?

Alas the wiser elders did reply,
Mankind souls have been seduced,
By Material things and Self-love,
Real Love has sadly been reduced.

If there is ever real Justice,
In this world that we all live in,
Everything can still be alright,  
If Morality will reign supreme.

The tree stump is quite elegant,
and for an elf it is enough,
It is a cute and tiny home,
and the furnishings are not rough;

Winding stairway fashioned from twigs
lead upstairs to a bedroom bright,
On ground floor is the sitting room,
table, chairs, lanterns all in sight;

There are no windows or doors,
honesty is common to all,
So in Elfin and Fairy land,
there are no thieves and crooks to stall;

Set in a pretty neighbourhood,
amidst the toadstools and flowers,
near a sparkling water fountain,
filled by frequent summer showers;

Elves are tiny, just inches high,
hidden in Magic Forest Green,
You can be passing very near,
their homes are never ever seen.