Recalling Of Nature

Gazing at the red roses of the flower shop,

Hearing the sound of bees, 

Noticing the sparkling tears with hope and desire ;

Observing the messy vapour of coffee.

Feeling the sunshine that's burning, 

Talking with itself like a anonymous bird,

Watching the waterfall through train journey; 

The sound that never be heard.

Asking the moonlit night 'what's going on?' 

Sharing the story of us,

Observing the sorrow of a poor;

Why do they defected by a luxury bus ?

Listening the music comes from insects, 

Admiring the stars at the night, 

Thinking about the life to reset;

Where there will be peace instead of fight!