Shooting Star
You’re like a shooting star
That comes and goes.
Didn’t fall upon this devastated planet,
Just flying across the night sky.
All the way to the end of the horizon,
Then disappeared.
Don’t know if you ever going to return,
Cause you’re unique, beautiful
And different.
Although, you didn’t stay
And let me cherish you longer
You will forever be in the deepest,
Darkest and also brightest part of me.
All Things of Nature
Quiet, green and pure
Where the birds can sing in peace.
It is the best cure
And where wild lives increase.
Giant yellow ball gives us heat,
Clear fluid flowing by the path.
Green grass as soft as bed sheet,
Small creatures are taking bath.
To be in the wild is to be free;
No feeling of chaos.
Many beautiful features, not enough eyes to see.
Losing them would be our loss.
Flowers, trees and all things of natures,
Protect them so more can see in the future.
A Sunny Day
I wish I could drink down my sadness.
I wish I could burn my pain away
And kiss good bye my fear,
Though, the sky still trembles,
With no sign of stopping rain,
I still hope for a sunny day
Will there be a day like that?
Guess, we will find out.
Mother Earth
Beautiful creatures
Roaming through the wilderness.
Rivers flow sound peaceful,
Each of their voices can be heard;
Listening to each carefully.
Clouds
High up beyond reach
Like ocean’s waves but up high
Drift as time goes by
You’re like a shooting star
That comes and goes.
Didn’t fall upon this devastated planet,
Just flying across the night sky.
All the way to the end of the horizon,
Then disappeared.
Don’t know if you ever going to return,
Cause you’re unique, beautiful
And different.
Although, you didn’t stay
And let me cherish you longer
You will forever be in the deepest,
Darkest and also brightest part of me.
All Things of Nature
Quiet, green and pure
Where the birds can sing in peace.
It is the best cure
And where wild lives increase.
Giant yellow ball gives us heat,
Clear fluid flowing by the path.
Green grass as soft as bed sheet,
Small creatures are taking bath.
To be in the wild is to be free;
No feeling of chaos.
Many beautiful features, not enough eyes to see.
Losing them would be our loss.
Flowers, trees and all things of natures,
Protect them so more can see in the future.
A Sunny Day
I wish I could drink down my sadness.
I wish I could burn my pain away
And kiss good bye my fear,
Though, the sky still trembles,
With no sign of stopping rain,
I still hope for a sunny day
Will there be a day like that?
Guess, we will find out.
Mother Earth
Beautiful creatures
Roaming through the wilderness.
Rivers flow sound peaceful,
Each of their voices can be heard;
Listening to each carefully.
Clouds
High up beyond reach
Like ocean’s waves but up high
Drift as time goes by