The blossoms swayIn the spring windOr is it a breeze? For the spring has sprungCaressing the dancing leavesTeasing the twittering parrotsChasing the fireflies. The spring has sprungIlluminating the morningsWarming the daysAnd carrying the whiff of the jasminesInto the shimmering night!
The vibrance does comeAfter a harsh summer.
Are the greens over shadowing the bluesOr are the blues surreptitiously and purposefully not coming out?
Solitude is rewardingSolitude brings peace And in this solitudeI find myselfAway from the chaosOf the maddening crowds.
My wild, untamed soulHidden beneath layers of silenceAnd strata of poiseCraved your inner tranquilityShrouded by your superficial savagery
The twists and turnsOf the country roadsBeckon the travellerThe wanderer in countless souls.
When we least expect it, life sets us a challenge to test our courage and our willingness to change; at such a moment, there is no point of pretending that nothing has happened or we are not yet ready.The challenge will not wait, life does not look back. A week is more than enough time…
The swaying treesAnd the wide highwaysCan not help watching the worldGo past by.