Serene Beauty
Misty orchids weep like eyes,
Nothing binds, no love to ties.
Fireworks bloom, but cannot stay,
Grass so lush, pines like a tray.
Wind as robes, water as jewels,
Lanterns flicker, as evening
cools.
Emerald candles glow in vain,
Radiant, yet with
toil and strain.
Underneath the West Hill's drizzle and breeze,
Serene beauty thrives with ease.
No matter the wind, rain or
night,
The beauty of nature shines
bright. |