Watching Over The River

There is kind of mood called watch.

There is kind of happiness called wait.

Like this,

I am standing beside the bank of the river.

I use my camera to catch some thing I see.

I use my heart to wait for some one I love.

I throw my miss to the end of the sky.

When I was upset or depressed, I always drive to this river. It makes me feel peace.

This river is not famous. So every time I come here, it always quite like no body knows its existence.

 

I am inspired by the beautiful view of the river. So I write down this poem. Just some thoughts.

Sing a Love Song to the Spring

Flower in the Crannied Wall

Flower in the crannied wall

I pluck you out of the crannies

I hold you here, root and all, in my hand

Little flower---but if I could understand

What you are, root and all, and all in all

I should know what God and man is.

-----by Alfred Tennyson

This is a beautiful short poem which written by Alfred Tennyson. I can’t help myself to flavor it over and over.

What a touching scene the poem describes! The little flower blossoms in the crannied wall. The indomitable vitality of the little flower really inspired me.

Bid away with the cold winter. Nature shows its power of life force to us in the spring.