Friday, 2 March 2012

Between the two mountain

Pains painted over the leaves,

Hardly photosynthesize.

Chlorophyll slowly disappear

As the green pigmentation go beyond.

Fructose slightly disapprove

In the eyes of the gardener.

No budding show dream anymore

Slow filtration govern.

Can’t change the place,

Can’t change the soil,

Can’t change the weather

For the plants beneath it, it will stay

There for perfect growth.

Though the rain still rain

Though the soil still fertile

Though the sun still light

But aint happy anymore.