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.