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It must've been windy
and rained heavily
last night
in late July
for I find
a rainbow of fallen leaves
in the morning
lying serenely
on the tree shaded street
I long to linger
a bit longer
like a butterfly
to admire the beauty
but alas
people around me
are in such a hurry
that I can't help flowing
with the wind
and let the beauty
of nature go unseen
You're a pretty poem
and I'd like
to read you fondly
in the serene morning
when you're most
enthralling
In the meanwhile
I won't feel at a loss
when you're constantly
and forever changing
like a kaleidoscope
for I know
the only thing
that won't change
is the true colors of
your beauty
REvised
What's lying ahead of me
How should I know
I'm anything but a prophet
Since life is foxy
I have no choice
but to be prepared
to be tough
as the wild grass
struggling
to grow in a barren field
instead of
a tender fragile strawberry
pampered
in the greenhouse
Hiking up a hill
on a shaded lane
through the woods
on a late summer afternoon
I was feeling
the comfortable cool season
of falling leaves
was right around corner
though it was still smoking hot
in the city nearby
The higher I went
the more refreshing
the breeze was
and I was under the illusion
that I was returning
to the garden of Eden
It was so intoxicating
that I fell asleep
in the leafy shade
of some Banyan trees
Had it not been for the call
of some wild squirrels
I'd have missed
the evening glow
when I was walking
down the hill
A beauty is a beauty
You're always pretty
no matter what petal
you put on your fantastic body
I have no word
whenever I feel your allure
In this mundane world
there's no flower
bringing me more joy
than you're acting coy
When the sun is blazing
and the air is hot
you transform yourself
into a cool green parasol
for those homeless lady bugs
to seek shelter in
And when it's pouring
cats and dogs
you act as a natural umbrella
to those helpless frogs
You endow those
who feed on
and take advantage of you
with nutrition
as well as yummy flavors
rather than poison them
Every day
you struggle hard by yourself
simply to survive
in either the flooded
or the dry land
There's a stupid question
which I dare not ask
but it has been lingering
on my mind for too long
What's the purpose
of your struggle
and the meaning of your life
In the blink of an eye
the midsummer night's dream
has disappeared
without trace
I wake up
and notice
the month of late summer
is quietly lying
in the waning sunshine
and I have a feeling
the pleasant season
when maple trees
are turning most colorful
and beautiful
is just around the corner
yet
when I look into the mirror
I find a total stranger
with a head of gray hair
sighing
feeling nostalgic
for a lost childhood
If you're still feeling lazy
from the fading
summer heat
I'll ride
on a falling leaf
to knock
at your window
and to whisper
in your ear
the most gorgeous
season is here
to stay
so that you may
open your window
as well as your heart
to feel
the golden hues
gradually
taking over
the green rice field
along with the forest
on the hill
What a stormy day
It happens to be Saturday
Typhoon Soudelor
is roaring and howling outside
like a raging monster
Feeling extremely bored inside
Rainbow sister
I think of you
Whenever I feel blue
no one can make my day
but you
As a heavenly rainbow
you never grow old
However
I'm afraid
my life has been wasting away
during one day of foul weather
after another
Sigh
How refreshing
this late summer morning
While I'm intoxicated
by the fragrance
of a water lily
a butterfly
coming out of nowhere
graceful
as a young girl
starts hovering
over a pink petal
She's so soaking
in the beauty
that she doesn't even notice
I'm sitting by her side
in silence
let alone knowing
that I assume
she's more charming
than the blossom
I woke up
to a cool morning today,
hearing little birds
chirping a farewell tune.
So I guess
they're leaving
for the warmer south.
If only
I could travel with them,
I'd float like a fallen leaf
on a clear stream
to a far-off tropical island.
and gaze up at nothing
but those fluffy polar bears
sauntering high
above the blue sky.
When I'm tired and lazy
I'd gently close my eyes,
and quietly
daydream my life away.
Revised
Innocent youth
is a misty sweet dream
in spring
It's as good as a disaster
to wake up
and find
tender green leaves
and the beautiful beloved
have both gone
while the maples
are still busy
painting the woods
yellow and distraught
I thought
you had gone
a couple of weeks ago
when it was getting cooler
and kept raining
without end
My sky was so gray
wherever I went
that it seemed impossible
to predict where
the limit of sorrow was
But why
all of a sudden
you showed up this afternoon
without notice
while I was getting
used to the bleak streets
all by myself
and a world
without sunshine
September again
and again
I think
I'm getting more faded than
those yellow trembling leaves
in the saddening autumn
I think
I'm not afraid
to float away any second
from this Alice wonderland
but I'm still getting
more and more distraught
for I've been worrying
I've left nothing
to honor my beloved ones
If you're still feeling lazy
from the fading
summer heat
I'll ride
on a falling leaf
to knock
at your window
and to whisper
in your ear
the most gorgeous
season is here
to stay
so that you may
open your window
as well as your heart
to feel
the golden hues
gradually
taking over
the green rice field
along with the forest
on the hill
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