I traverse
I stumble
I fall
I don't stop
I have nothing
but dreams

The souvenirs
beckon
nostalgia
I wistfully hark
back
to  the blue mountains
the blue moon
the cinematic
landscape
the coastline
the dense
wilderness
and so on
The obsession
hasn't
been
lost
yet

Ah!
How disastrous circumstances of the bluish-green planet
Air pollution,sound pollution,water pollution and the ozone hole
The entire environment has been clogged into garbage
The innocent animals are being killed
The nice birds are being confined
The trees are being cruelly cut off
The ecosystem is being gradually destroyed
Knowing death is unavoidable
Sins are being committed
How can they do these?


At the same time
We're too good
Our planet is ***** and span
Sins don't touch us
We love us all dearly
It's fortunate that we were not born in the earth
We love our orderly planet more than our life.

she's a flower
he's dew
she's a dewy flower
just as
diamonds
on the soft
velvet

the feelings
and the thoughts
play hide and seek
the pen
and the hands
try to write magic

if you're the wet sky
I'm the rainbow
if you're winter
I'm the falling snow

in the absence
of
the beloved
Switzerland
feels like
the Kalahari
the Sahara
or the Mojave
desert
and
heaven
becomes
hell