Chew Xuan Zheng

The beauty of the trees, the softness of the breeze,
the fragrance of the grass, speak to me.

The system of the roots, the serenity of the sky,
the rustle of the leaves, speak to me.

The faintness of the stars, the freshness of the air,
the dewdrop on the flower, speak to me.

The vastness of the fields, the grandeur of the fallen petals, the trail of the sun,
and the life that never goes away, they speak to me

And my heart soars.

Epilogue:

I was nonchalantly following the group and strolling around the Botanic Gardens, barely taking in the sights and sounds for it was, to me, just another boring follow-the-route trail around a nature park; and the weather just had to be, of all, scorching. The very moment i stumbled upon this spectacular sight, however, my indifference to the surroundings melted away, leaving me speechless in awe. The countless petals strewn across the grass from the branches above, the fields which seemed to stretch on forever and the sky so bright yet calm at the same time completed this masterpiece of a picture. It was almost as if everything: the trees, the grass, the complicated mass of roots, were whispering to me. I did not have much time to pause to admire this scene, as my group members hurried me on, so I merely took a picture of it to capture its beauty. I guess thats just how the world is, always rushing, just as my group was rushing to complete the task at hand; that no one really had the time to just sit themselves down, look at nature, and bask themselves in all its serenity. Humankind has taken away so much of nature that we once had lived so harmoniously with, but no one seems to notice. Through this short poem of mine, I aim to remind the readers of the calm and happiness the various mute forms of nature brings about in one's heart.