They have no mouth, but seem to speak
A thousand words so mild and meek.
They have no eyes , but seem to see
And they suddenly bury thoughts into me.
They have no ears, but seem to hear
All my cries and every tear.
They have no arms, but seem to pat
When with worries I feel so sad
They have no feet, but seem to walk
Along with me in my dreams and talk
They, I know, are pretty and nice
And so they spread their fragrance a million miles.
Matter of time:
Time passes by so quickly and we realize,
We grow up in the same manner as they do,
Stepping in like a bud, coming up with the opening petals
And finally turning out into a blooming flower.
Observe little things around and then you’ll know the ways to feel fresh and new
With a smile so broad, I thank God,
Whose work to imagine is really too hard.