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.

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 twilight sun
there's two skylarks
capering about
discussing
i don't know what
just chirruping
just seem to be saying
we are alive
we should be jumping, singing, celebrating
nobody can take this
joy of life
from us.

Warm sun of morning
carries childhood fantasies
multicolored flowers of the beach
blooming with new hopes
the wind rises
from clime of positivity
the ocean says
faith
is the only harbor
the mountain says
perseverance
is the best
direction.

Wind of the season
cold or warm
interpreting the changes
of time
with temperatures
leaves
falling and growing
growing then falling
radiating the glitter of life
with colors
swallows
going south and north
coursing south
returning north
expressing a kind of spirit
with endlessness
crossing
the threshold
of the season
with gentleness.

An eagle flew away
coldness sprinkled
on the height of his flying
the holy ice and snow of the peak
the sound of wings across the crevice
the pilgrimage route is
forever in his heart
the eternal light
is his eyesight
the deserted altitude
the empty skies
this temptation
of solitude
the earth with its gravitational force
opens up the door of fate
once again.

Lines
of mountain spring
converge into a brook
passing through clouds
through the evening mist
crossing the jungle
crossing an entwinement of
flowers and vines.