First meet with a blow of wind,
Everything so dimmed.

Red roses, black thorns,
Together match so better.

Dwelling water shining like crystal,
Under the moon, nightingale whistle.

Fireflies around the truck of the tree,
Nothing seemed like the world we see.

Stars twinkling, clouds dancing,
Below the shade of the moon, squirrels romancing.

Ocean's weeping seeing the dreamland,
Everything so pure like a heaven land.

Night climaxes, the morning peeks in as.
Nothing like a fairyland adorning the phase.
The horn of a vehicle reaches my ear,
There I go wondering about the la la land disappear.

The same old headache gush,
The world of a rush,
Please let the nature heal,
Before it cannot deal!

~RG~