A poem written in a stormy night…

The old tree of the yard of my workplace collapsed suddenly and hit the lamp post, luckily I was not standing there, luckily the gardener was not doing his duty there… luckily….
It was not raining before the fall, but it rained heavily few hours after that.

It is a common phenomenon that even the sleeping babies start to wail if the buses stop their motion, such as in traffic or bus stops. The reason is here…

Giant Pine.

I always like to walk everywhere and I don’t own a car. I notice things when I walk everywhere and this what I noticed that morning.

The fall season is windy. The leaves fall of the trees. It is time to knit the scarf that will keep you for the fall and winter season just as the dutch around the windmill and cloggs in the paintings we see.

A poem about love lasting the seasons and dealing with love lost.

At the end of a broken heart is strength.

Havoc
on a
Windy Day.

How graceful your movement,
how swift your garment,
No room for judgement,
Oh wind I lament!

The trees move gently,
The Ocean so swiftly,
the birds go downhill,
Oh well, so peaceful

I wonder what color,
what manner of parlor,
where cometh your power,
I cherish that power

Whenever you stop by,
the rain must stop by,
Oh wind come by!