[a roar]

Pic by Tammy_M

a roar
swirling in the mist
waterfall

[in the morning]

in the morning
above a still muddy lake
a lotus blooms


The lotus grows in muddy water and rises above the surface at dawn to bloom into a beautiful flower, unstained by the mud. As such, it is a symbol of purity as well as hope.

Atop My Favourite Hill

When I returned to my old house,
Nostalgia creeps in to arouse
A yearning for the days of old,
Of childish spats and antics, bold;
When peace prevailed across the land
Of lush green fields and grazing cows;
I will wait for you, yes I will,
Atop my favourite hill.

I gaze upon the old hill there,
Upon the hill slopes with parts bare;
Where brownish rooftops seem to hide
Among the treetops that abide;
The roads below wind gently and
Loud honks of car horns fill the air.
I will look for you, yes I will,
Atop my favourite hill.

Like sentries, lampposts queue in line
Beside the trees that grow so fine;
Inviting birds to have a rest,
Thick cables wait for their behest;
With crickets chirping as a band,
The only thing we lack is wine.
I will dance with you, yes I will,
Atop my favourite hill.

Where is the cool, swift-flowing stream
Where minnows frolic in my dream?
Where are the gorgeous butterflies
Which dance amongst the flowers, nice?
If I knew who is in command,
If I could lay my hands on him …….
I will cry with you, yes I will,
Atop my favourite hill

by their beds

by their beds
a cupboard filled with memories -
old folks’ home

I am looking for:-

inthetallgrassIlay by Kayulerr

I am looking for:-

A place to call my own
Among the grass so tall
Where I can be alone
And yet be free of walls

There I can wander free
Forget all of life’s woes
There I can let things be
And learn to take it slow

A place for me to hide
In quiet solitude
When my time I will bide
Till I am in the mood

To face this world again
With a smile on my face
If ever I’m in pain
I’ll return to this place

The hardy bamboo

Pic by nikki1985

serene when battered
by the fury of the wind
the hardy bamboo

Autumn

Scenery by sissy-65

if the autumn breeze
that sighs through the bare trees
brings your love to me
the warmth in my heart evokes
the beauty and charm of spring