Urbanisation of the East

I dig into the graves of the butterflies –
Once soaring over the habitats of men
To share a dancing ritual in a ceremony –
And I find the final jigsaw puzzle piece,
Puzzling my peaceful self as I unearth the truth,
Concrete cremating our buried Mother Nature.

Eastern Trees

The Eastern gates of Her Majesty,
Knock on and move towards her,
Mother nature in her wedding dress,
Up into the whispering mountains,
And along river-nourished trees,
Eastern songs transcribed over here.