Poetry Section

Homesickness

I looked up at the sky with tearful eyes,
Watching the sun set and then rise,
My gaze was fixed on the sun and clouds,
Where clouds covered the sun, forming a musty shroud.

When no one's insight and I'm surely alone,
I look up to the night sky and think benevolently of home.
A sun ray shone - I never knew
that this is the sky my home lives under, too.


Surroundings

There's flowers and bushes - plenty of green,
The finest scenery ever to be seen.
Rolling hills and air refined,
In addition to how the sun radiantly shines.