Along this river

Along this river,The boundary of my land,And it seems, my life,This, no longer my country,A nation of strife and war.

Summer scorches roads

Summer scorches roads,So even seasoned merchants,Take the scenic routes.

Reaching for sunlight,Aching for morning’s embrace,So the flower blooms.

Foggy summer days,Steal from me heat, hate, and dreams,So, I too, am mist.

There is a garden,On a distant island, where,Glory died for peace.

Rocky, shapeless beach,Unbothered by tourists' gait,Left alone, in peace.

A single green leaf,Falls from the ancient maple,A lifetime to fall.

She lies, deep asleep,In a grave beneath the sea,Nestled in cold sand,While I, salt-faced and bereaved,Not brave enough to join her.

Lying in sunshine,Dozing with a book opened,Remote, Peaceful Sleep.

A wilted flower,Curls into soft earth gently,Becoming new soil.