scene #1
i hear the sound of river streams, following the path of rocks to meet the sea
pine trees grow wild and high, reaching the heaven with their branches
seeds of pine leave their fruits, riding the whispering wind
revolving with their fragile wing, spreading the scent of pine oil in the air
the rain from heaven, the ray of the sun, the love of mother nature
helping the small seed grow into a new tree, born to conquer the land
scene #2
i see a chrysalis of emperor butterfly, their black and ugly cocoon
hanging in the branch, covered by the tree leaves from their enemies
it is end of summertime to spring, butterfly try to emerge from his cocoon
trying so hard to see this world, to break out with their paper wings
i wonder why god so hard on this fragile butterfly, somehow it's make it
and now it's free, free to breathe and free to fly, free to live...
* archieve from January 2003
June 27, 2005
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