In the dusk,
where 2 people walk
along the shore line
as they talk.

Sea shells lining,
receding light.

Night falls
Diamond studded sky.

Days are to come,
the mystery created.

Pandora's box.

Nature's gift to us

Nature is a gift

To be able to feel the breeze,
and see the clear blue sky overhead.

To be able to stand in the storm,
and feel the rain hit on your arms.

To be able to walk down the lane of memories,
see the tall grass growing on both sides.

To be able to witness leaves dancing in mid-air,
denotes the coming of autumn.

To see the world covered in snow,
dare to be an angel among the colour white.

Witness the budding flowers,
soon shall fruits ripe and savour the juices of your hard work.

Learn to appreciate nature,
and the weather that we're in instead of cursing away.

Imperfect relationships can be beautiful

I woke up to see a grey morning. The clouds are hanging low,a ray of sun shine broke through the centre. The sea was strangely calm.
The fallen leaves on the ground told a heavy storm last night. The air was cold,and crisp.
Each breathe I took hurts my nose.

Why am I still alive? How can things still ever be the same?

The house stood silent,it stood still. Everyone had gone out.
I stepped into the shower,heaving a sigh of relief for the warm water as the first drop splashed on me. It feels good especially on a cold morning like this. The mirror was steamed up. I cleared it with my palms and took a good look at myself in the mirror.
Staring back at me was a woman who's clearly tired,who needs a good sleep for a long,long time.

Seeing that there's still time,I made a cup of Earl Grey and sat on the chair.
Stroking the arm,the curve and texture told me his love for the antique.
Sipping the tea,I watched the rain fall.
It brings back memories of him,how we used to hop along in the rain and race each other home.

Everyone looked at me with sympathy when I arrived.
I walked over to a seat,each step I took thundered throughout the hall.
The hall was silent,filled with sadness.
I sat,while Father addressed the audience.
"Mrs Lee,I believe you have some words to about your Dearly Departed?"
I made my way up,holding his frame. Looking at the audience,everyone looked back with expectancy on their face. Sympathy still,clung on to their face.
I wonder,how would they react to my speech,
my love for him.

I took a deep breath,and began.
"I'm not going to sing praises for my late husband,not today."

-Some of you may have realised and found this familiar,watched her video here.

I love the low overlaying clouds. The dark ones that warns a heavy storm.
I love how the strong wind that blew before a storm comes.
I love how the leaves dance along the wind,
as though the wind is the music to their dance.
And how they held hands to form a circle.
Bigger and bigger they went,more and more joined in.
The beginning start with a tiny drop,that one might not even feel it.
Then another drop,and another drop.
I love the flash of lightning that flashed across the sky,among the clouds.
I love the thunder,so loud that it shook the ground below me.
With a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder,the sky opened up and let the rain poured down.
They fall and fall,
and fall way down until that fat silver drop of water hits the ground with a splatter.
Dry roads turn wet, clogged drains causing floods.
And this marks the beginning of the storm.

I opened one of my eyes to peek,and close it again. Curling myself up into a ball,and snuggle into the warmth of my bed. I close my eyes and return to my dreams.