I wrote this poem a few years ago while inspired by the beauty of the snow and the stillness of the night. It relates the passage of time to the beauty of a snowy evening.

Rich and poor countries are controversial on the issue of environment safety.

A tree in my backyard has had the leaves on it all winter and the leaves have voices.

This is some poetry I wrote when I was enjoying this very nice day.

You couldn’t tell the woods from the trees.

If you want to see the natural beauty at its peak, go to Maldives, the dancing green trees, clean and tidy beach and fresh air makes your spirit bloom with pleasure. But, regret, the heavenly place for tourist can become a part of sea at the end of this century.

Quiet beauty…
Reflections.

The view from my window.

Write their love, leaves on trees

A description of aging, looking back on one’s life in contemplation. The old man "sitting at his windowsill" is also a symbol of contemplation and reflection of the character. There is also a definite and deliberate connection to nature, as there is reference to autumn.