Glowing Rock

The presence of lights makes our world so beautiful, but where do they disappear to in the nighttime?

I found a glowing rock in a morning; it transformed from dull dark to golden green, and lit up the jungle.

It must have locked all lights during which the crickets sing, owls scout, wild boars roam and other jungle spirits enjoy a full night party, before lights are released again.

The monkeys always screech what they have seen; only find me silly enough to realize that.

But I know, the gigantic and powerful world underneath the rock is, right now, my room of imagination.

A Dry Morning

It is a dry morning. My lady hiker friend, when being asked, claims that she is never afraid of hiking alone inside the jungle.

 

“Bad guys will always lose out in terms of stamina.”

 

Affirmative, so I am a good guy is what she supposed to mean.

Besides the thick carpet of withered leaves, this dry morning has me feeling uneasy too. The hiking track is as hard as a rock, and loose sands become sort of slippery ball bearings under my shoes.

A saint status thus erases this sense of helplessness.

Is Google searchable for method to make my halo?

Days are made different

Days are made different, thus we have reunion dinner in New Year eve, and go door-to-door wishing friends a happy new year. 

One of my friends chose to be like trees, life without festivals; he went hiking instead.

 

In fact, trees have no choice but then enjoy seeing funny people come and go. Who knows, A Little Prince might have shown them the drawing of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant once upon a time.

Life is fun since our calendars and dates are split into different sets; we tend to ponder whether that is a hat or a boa constrictor.

Happy New Year

A new file will be downloaded, while the spherical machine is spinning around the Sun at one revolution per year. This is hyper slow relative to a solid-state drive, but slower is better.

But the fern sprouts just cannot wait that slow, they have been in love, and are kissing, and are going to get married, in this festive season.

The green little plant is emerging and arising, along which benchmarks will be made and stories of multi-altitudes can be told, and hence a funny blog is always available.

A new file belongs to the Year of the Horse is readily written, though no one is competent to read it minutes or seconds ahead, it is full of wishes.

(Lunar New Year falls on 31st of Jan. Happy New Year).

Harmony of the Nature

Without a halo around their heads, does a paradise exist in the world of trees? Is it only invisible to an incompetent people? With one sky above our heads, we are somehow staying in an earthly paradise. 

Under their shelter, in a poolside office, how relaxing a spider is to lie in a hammock, wearing sunglasses, drinking ice-cold cola and singing "We will rock you".  Yes, what if.

And a slow snail is faster than me; it crawls out from the vantage point when I am ready, but it will never laugh since the echoes in the shell is deafening.

Everyone lives in an earthly paradise; it is not metaphysical.